Cold, Dead pale hands chose to feast on me
My brain drowning in atrophy
Consuming while pulling at me
Into the depths of misery
Bitterness, anger and lunacy.
After severing ties with life
Seven knotted loops in my rope tied tight
Stitch myself to the ceiling
Before I call it a night
After severing ties with life
Seven knotted loops in my rope tied tight
Stitch myself to the ceiling
Before I call it a night
Before I call it a night.
Within the darkness I depart
I want them to see
This painful sight of reality
Pale limbs shall swing
Carbon released by suicide
Die.