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Introduction to the End
03:05
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Time, no concept.
The broken mind, of human life.
We all rot.
My time has come.
Cease thought of thy.
Teenage years, they were spent
Fixated on a plan.
Beg for death.
I was way too fucking young,
to even comprehend...
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Narcotic Love(r)
03:31
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Oh, this rotting feel,
creeps through the cold
fuelling my misery!
I need euphoria. I need release.
To take a break from sober life.
Grab that razorblade, as well that pill.
Roll up that note.
This is Narcotic Love!
Push that needle deeper, take a break from sober life.
Nothing will ever be he same, the Doctors say I'm insane.
Nothing to be saved
Just one more pill
That's all it takes, to rid this life of putrid lies
This is Narcotic Love!
Push that needle deeper, take a break from sober life.
This is Narcotic fucking Love!
Push that needle deeper, take a break from sober life!
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3. |
Emergency Room
02:00
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Form a cup, with my hand
Pools of my blood!
On my knees, beg for thee
I'll always fucking plead!
Nothing left, the surgeons weep
"He'll always fucking bleed!"
Please just leave me on my knees,
"Take my body!"
Cleanse me of these voices please
"Keep my head!"
You'll never see what I see,
In my dreams!
The noose is tied, it swings freely.
The death of thee!
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4. |
Plead
05:34
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(V1) Boy, fourteen, so many years ahead of him,
so much time.
The only thought that plagues his fucking mind,
suicide!
Conflicting thoughts controlling him,
Captured in his mind.
Never any end in sight, I'm telling you, I promise you
There's way too much fucking time ahead.
So tell my why, should I, wake up, and try?
Too much grey, too much pain,
My shoulders can't take this fucking weight!
My shoulders can't take this fucking weight!
Boy, sixteen, two years late, no fucking change.
Life, still grey, no options, no break.
Every night, I fucking cry, begging for a better life.
Stale, pale, fucking days, insomnia-tic fucking nights
Too many days left, I can't change!
So tell my why, should I, wake up, and try?
Too much grey, too much pain,
My shoulders can't take this fucking weight!
My shoulders can't take this fucking weight!
Ghost died, eighteen. four years late, he couldn't proceed.
Days, they used to blend together;
Misery took him over, now he's gone forever.
Misery, obsessed his soul, took him over
now it walks alone.
So tell my why, should I, wake up, and try?
Too much grey, too much pain,
My shoulders can't take this fucking weight!
My shoulders can't take this fucking weight!
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5. |
Agony
03:02
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My time has come, final seconds counting.
Gun to my head, trigger finger twitching.
It's time to make these fucking walls red.
I'm sorry for the mess, time is never best.
I need to let you know, this is how I want to go.
I've never seen another way, only by my own hand.
I was way too fucking young, to know of all of this.
This world, you need to know, we've lost our innocence.
It's time to go, this writing is exhausting.
I'm sick of waiting, all curled up and shaking.
I promise that you'll know this, you'll know the reason why.
Maybe through the voices, you'll find a reason why.
Maybe through the words I speak, you'll find the reason why.
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