Mamma, wash the blood on my hands
Sold my soul to someone, I said
Mamma, wash the blood on my hands
Pulled the trigger and I might be dead

Wake me up

Mamma what´s the cold in my veins
Is it dawn or dusk I couldn´t tell
Mamma, wish I don´t die today
´Cos I´d go go go straight to hell

Wake me up