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 thoughts I 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 my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, I'll let this 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.
Dragged hell, To be anew. life 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 wrong there's tears in my eyes? Is it to die, if I'm buried alive? 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, 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 wrong when there's tears in my eyes? Is it wrong to die, if I'm alive, Is it living if I, feel my own life?
is my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, let this pain fucking rip me to shreds!