Trapped in this world of the living
Dying just to end it all
Twisted morbid fantasy
Craving death eternally
This flesh I have lived in
Shall soon cease to be
By blade or narcotic
I will be the death of me
With needle in hand I have chosen
Just to f*cking end it all
But what god will save me none of them matter
These dark thoughts I live with a cloud of guilt and shame forever
Here in this vessel my Terminal Flesh