With in this unbearable curse
My soul would never again be absterge
As I woke up and assured myself I'm insane
Five hours later I'm succumbing to the pain
How about bleeding myself dry?
So that I finish his by vanishing and die
As I lay wasted on this filthy floor
I cannot identify myself no more!
If I fill my throat and choke on a letter size
I might quit later, then it'd be too late to realize
What if I theorize and stuck pencils in my brain
Would it stop and tranquilize the subduing pain?
I'm here but gone, I'm cold, and I'm numb
I think I'm fading, I come undone
Could somebody point me the way to oblivion
Would somebody save me from self destruction...
