Catch me falling, as my are slipping, I'm losing my and, I'm myself.
I feel my breaking, This I'm taking, This is destroying, My pride.
God, I for suicide, I hate thoughts I hate this 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 that you own me, you think you 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 self-harming sin, if I'm dying Is wrong when there's tears in my eyes? Is it wrong to die, if I'm alive? Is it living if I, feel my own life?
God, I for suicide, I hate these thoughts I this life. I'm not worth it, you said, I'm better off alone, I'm off dead.
Tie my rope, and kick chair, I'll die alone, because 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 when there's tears in my eyes? Is it wrong to die, if I'm alive, Is it living if I, feel my own life?
is my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, I'll let this fucking rip me to shreds!