He feels the cold waters of death creeping on him
He knows the pain will last
The pain is non-stopping
So somber yet such power in the though that none can harm him
A needle to his arm to set him free from misery
He says one more time
The sky's falling
My heart's failing
Every high he's felt has been a lie
He won't know till he dies
He lights a torch under a spoon
To cook his batch of poison
He's made his own choice they said
It's too late for him to save himself
I won't give up on him
He's not someone Else
There will be no glory to the man behind the mask of death
He cuts his hand over a flame to mark his palm
He covers up the track marks from the nights he's seen, the days he's lost
He cries out one last time, my name is sick, my name is wretched
Holding my breath I can't figure out
How much I have spent on this dear poison
Clinging on the edge I'm grasping for life
I'm finding out now that this isn't right
My god's betrayed me my soul's taken flight
I've hurt those I love
There's no one in Sight
Someone save me
Someone save me
I am the catalyst of all my deeds
Holding my breath I can't figure out
How much I have spent on this dear poison
Clinging on the edge I'm grasping for life
I'm finding out now that this isn't right
My god's betrayed me my soul's taken flight
I've hurt those I love
There's no one in sight
BRING. ME. BACK. TO. LIFE.
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