Catch me falling, as my are slipping, I'm losing my and, I'm myself.
I feel my breaking, burden 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, die alone, because you're 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 pain 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 think you me, I my dear, that you're a lie.
Dragged hell, To be anew. This was the cell, that I've now 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 self-hatred wrong when there's tears in my Is it wrong to die, if I'm buried Is it living if I, feel my own life?
God, I for suicide, I these 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, die alone, because 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 there's tears in my eyes? 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 pain rip me to shreds!