Walking slowly to the edge
Thoughts of leaping from the ledge...

Waiting
My whole life I've been waiting...

I try not to look
But i fail...

We are a race with no name
Our starving souls are all the same...

I'm sitting on a moonlit knoll
A shape emerges from the brush...

Finding my way, I try to look back
All I can see is nasty and black...

I cannot take this much longer
I just wish i was stronger...

The days are blurring
my speech is slurring...

I feel it flowing down my thigh
The blood is thick...

The dust settles
Were exposed again...