Thirteen Stabwounds

Thirteen stabwounds cover my skin from the favours of "real friends"
Angels turned to demons as soon as I turned my back
And when you least expect it, fate slaps you in the face
Take a bite out of life, and life bites back at you
Ask the fool for advice, the blood runs out of his mouth
Choose your God, ask your master if he could stop your pain
Every morning you beg, every evening you pray:
"Please God, take the suffering away
From these thirteen stabwounds covering my skin."
Now the time for revenge has come
With hatred strong enough to feed the whole planet
Hitting hard as nails through your skull
The dirt underneath my shoes and the skars on my skin
Make this life worth living, the struggle is hard
But the struggle is beautifull, it's the through meaning of life
While others wheep in complacency
I put that picture out of my head