The suppression of it all comes to me, I see myself looking in the mirror wanting it to end but I keep myself amend, its all pretend....And i push aside the feeling of wanting to let go and here i stand, grasping life with two hands... therefor i am, not, human once again
The blank mirror stares at me with anger as i have nothing left to show it apart from the blood bleeding out of me. So sad, so true, I drag my wrist across it with deep sorrow in my heart. Nothing left here anymore.
I'm dying, she's dying, we're all dying. It's the suicide effect. A virus so fatal it passes like a rash among the weak and weeping. So, as another victim falls onto the floor, the onlookers see this, and at least one of them will pick it up...
And slowly but surely, the virus will wipe out the whole nation, the whole world and I'm given time, everyone will Fall. The grace of the given suicide effect; it kills us all
