I stand here with tool in hand,
I think of a more pleasant land.
Where children are not in any danger just walking down the street,
Where the parents won't pull them away from everyone they meet.
ENE meanie Minny mo,
Either vein I'm sure to go.
MY memory gone, remembered never again,
The only proof, a crimson stain.
Where knives are used for food, and not for relieving pain,
Where suicide, is not a way out, Where kids don't go insane.
From using this tool, i have in my hand to end they're f**ked up life,
Where people have luck in they're heart, and not a solution in the knife.
ENE meanie Minny mo,
Either vein I'm sure to go.
MY memory gone, remembered never again,
The only proof, a crimson stain.
But this land lives in my imagination, this life is just a vision,
Never can this mind land be, without a small incision.
Upon a vein, neck or wrists,
Either one ceases me to exist.
ENE meanie Minny mo,
Either vein I'm sure to go.
MY memory gone, remembered never again,
The only proof, a crimson stain.
Because there is no other way out in my hell hole life,
I'm sorry my friends i left with my knife.
The land in my head, i will soon arrive,
Upon the news of my suicide.
ENE meanie Minny mo,
Either vein I'm sure to go.
MY memory gone, remembered never again,
The only proof, a crimson stain.
