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 hate 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. is my crucible, I'll let this 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 that 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 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 when there's 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 these thoughts I hate this life. I'm not it, like 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 self-harming sin, if I'm dying Is self-hatred wrong when there's tears in my Is it to die, if I'm buried alive, Is it living if I, cannot feel my own
is my crucible, And I'm myself. This is my crucible, let this pain fucking rip me to shreds!