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 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 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, 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 think you me, I my dear, that you're 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 dying Is self-hatred wrong there's tears in my eyes? Is it wrong to die, if I'm alive? Is it living if I, feel my own life?
God, I for suicide, I these 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, I'll die alone, you're not there. I'm on my knees, and I breathe, You know, you my everything.
Is sin, if I'm dying inside? Is wrong when there's 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 fucking rip me to shreds!