| It all started by questioning our worth
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| A dream shattered by doubt
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| I ended one life to start another
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| But I couldn’t accept the ending
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| We’re all the same kind of murderers here
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| Killing our better selves, nurturing fear
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| Getting off on the pain
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| A heart full of need
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| A lust for death
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| Anaesthetized but still aware
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| That I might swallow my tongue
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| And if I get too numb to care
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| Then I will eat my gun
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| We’re all the same kind of murderers here
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| Cheating on suicide
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| Until we miss her and want her again
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| She may not forgive, but she gives in
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| A black din
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| Home again
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| I dug my grave around ten years back
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| I often go there to relax
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| Lying there the noise fades away
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| One of these days I’ll just stay
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| And sleep
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| But not today
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| Not until I see the ending
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| There’s always at least one piece of shit
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| Who wants nothing more than to see you fail
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| Death is a release from all their resentment
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| But life is a wire around their throat |