Catch me falling, as my are slipping, I'm my grip and, I'm myself.
I feel my breaking, burden I'm taking, This is destroying, My pride.
God, I for suicide, I these thoughts I hate this life. I'm not it, like you said, I'm better off alone, I'm 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, 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 living a lie.
through 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 inside? Is self-hatred when there's tears in my eyes? Is it to die, if I'm buried alive? 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 better off alone, I'm off dead.
Tie my rope, and this chair, I'll die alone, you're 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 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!