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 hate thoughts I hate 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 my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, I'll let pain fucking rip me to shreds!
I'm of this feeling, I'm of retreating, I'm to fight, And I'm to die.
You think you own me, you you control me, I my dear, you're living a lie.
Dragged 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 tears in my eyes? Is it wrong to die, if I'm buried Is it if I, can't feel my own life?
God, I for suicide, I hate thoughts I hate this life. I'm not worth it, you said, I'm better off alone, I'm off dead.
Tie my rope, and kick 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 when there's tears in my eyes? Is it to die, if I'm buried alive, Is it living if I, cannot my own life?
is my crucible, And I'm myself. is my crucible, I'll let this pain fucking rip me to shreds!