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