Sometimes i feel like killing
sometimes i feel suicidal
my depression is creeping
it is awakening
the sounds of betral
the scents of fear
the doors are shutting
the room grows dark
the smiles are all gone
the eyes begin to cry
the hours are leaving
the days grow shorter
and all you can say is
I'm sorry
and sometimes sorry isn't good enough
it never is
sorry is like a word
that never means anything
but when you say it
sometimes they don't believe you
death is coming
upon my pitiful soul
since i sold it
it's no longer mine
Satan is coming
for my lifeless body
laying in a puddle
of my own blood
the crowds all gather
around my corps
to read the letter
of my final goodbye
