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, let this 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, that you're a lie.
through 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 self-hatred wrong when there's tears in my Is it wrong to die, if I'm buried Is it living if I, can't my own life?
God, I for suicide, I hate these 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 dying 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!