Catch me falling, as my are slipping, I'm losing my and, I'm myself.
I my back breaking, burden I'm taking, This is destroying, My pride.
God, I for suicide, I hate these thoughts I hate life. I'm not worth it, you said, I'm off alone, I'm better off dead.
Tie my rope, and this chair, I'll die alone, because not there. I'm on my knees, and I breathe, You know, you my everything.
is my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, I'll let this fucking rip me to shreds!
I'm sick of feeling, I'm of retreating, I'm to fight, And I'm to die.
You think you own me, you you control me, I my dear, that living a lie.
Dragged hell, To be anew. life was the cell, that now broken through.
I'm in blood, but now I'm capable. Of death, is my crucible.
You my albatross. My "loving" lying, albatross.
Is sin, if I'm dying inside? Is self-hatred wrong when tears in my eyes? Is it to die, if I'm buried alive? Is it living if I, feel my own life?
God, I for suicide, I hate these I hate this life. I'm not it, like you said, I'm better off alone, I'm off dead.
Tie my rope, and kick chair, I'll die alone, you're not there. I'm on my knees, and I breathe, You know, you my everything.
Is sin, if I'm dying inside? Is self-hatred wrong when there's tears in my Is it wrong to die, if I'm alive, Is it living if I, cannot my own life?
is my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, I'll let this fucking rip me to shreds!