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 it, like you said, I'm off alone, I'm better 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 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 that you own me, you you control me, I my dear, you're living a lie.
Dragged hell, To be anew. This was the cell, I've 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 there's 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 thoughts I hate this life. I'm not it, like 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 self-harming sin, if I'm inside? Is self-hatred when there's tears in my eyes? Is it wrong to die, if I'm alive, Is it if I, cannot feel my own life?
is my crucible, And I'm myself. is my crucible, I'll let this pain fucking rip me to shreds!