Gravitational Constant

I got no more reason to live
and I've got no more love to give
tonite's the nite I paint the town red
I put another hole through my head
Unjustifiable Existence...
Unjustifiable Existence...
Now I feel the weight of the world on my back
I see the future...the future looks black
It's what I must do
There's no reservations
Aint talking bout..self preservation
Unjustifiable Existence...
Unjustifiable Existence...
Gravity crushing me...Gravity crushing me

Yeah I feel something pulling me down
forcing me between myself and the ground
of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity is you
Unjustifiable Existence...
Unjustifiable Existence...
Unjustifiable Existence...
Gravity crushing me...Gravity crushing me...
Gravity...crushing me crushing me crushing me...

I got a problem a problem with hate
I can't go wrong dragging this weight
a cold steel hand that won't let go
acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
with bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can't help asking who's got the key
when I damn well...its me
No I aint hinting for sympathy
I'm used to dealing with apathy
the scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
just wish me better luck...next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths
you think I'm insane but I have no regrets
one more time wont matter no question
Suicide...is self expression
Words by Peter Steele
Music my Type O Negative