Gravitational Constant: G = 6. 67 X 108 — текст песни (Type O Negative)

Well Ive got no more reason to live

And Ive got no more love to give

Tonights the night

Ill paint the town red

Ill put another whole through my head



Unjustifiable existence



Now I feel the weight of a world on my back

Ive seen the future

The future looks black

Its what I must do

I have no reservations

Aint talk bout self preservation



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 (gravity-gravity) is you



Unjustifiable existence



Gravity crushing me

Gravity crushing me



Ive got a problem

A problem with hate

I cant go on dragging this weight

A cold steel hand that wont 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 cant help asking whos got the key?

When I know damned well its me



No I aint hinting for sympathy

Im 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 Im insane but I have no regrets

One more time wont matter no question

Suicide is self expression.