The Art Of Suicide
Slash the blade right through my skin
Feel my pulse fading as the blood is flowing
Essence of life, essence of pain
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Raped by life and left insane
Is it wrong? Is it right?
Just like a referee i stop the fight
Look at me I'm broken and bleeding
Throwing the towel, leaving the ring
I close my eyes, i stop breathing
Only to be awakened by my love crying
In a dark room i am chained in the corner
Watching things unfold around her
Maybe it was a mistake, maybe i fucked up
But also maybe it is my own right to give it up
Laughing hysterically in the darkness
Sighing and smiling at loneliness
No feelings but emptiness...