“Spent most of my life waiting for death”
I’d harshly say with my final breath
Getting more decrepit by the day
I’d **** myself if I had it my way

Confined to a cell
Conform or rebel
Confused in my shell
You condemned me to hell

You were standing
On the edge
Looking downward
At what was ahead

They were standing
For the pledge
While all the children are home
They cry in their beds

You were hanging
Off the ledge
Just one push
And we’d all be dead

They were yelling,
“The decisions is made”
They gave you your orders
On what must be said

Yes I’m laughing
But I’m crying
Yes I’m silent
But I’m screaming

Could it be tomorrow…
Or are you lying?
Could it be tomorrow…
Or am I dying?

Why me?
Why do you lie to me?
Why me?
Why won’t you live with me?

Yes I’m crying
And I’m no longer laughing
Yes I’m screaming
And I’m no longer silent

Could it be tomorrow…
Or am I lying?
Could it be tomorrow…
Or are you dying?

Why does it have to be me?
Don’t make me do it please!
Why can’t we live in peace?
Don’t make me **** them please!

If I do it…
Will you cry with me?
If I do it…
Will you die with me?

The last of its kind
Crushed by a falling tree
As if time could unwindi9
The birth of another came to be

The ibex Cecilia
Died with the species
Yet became a mother
Years after she died

A tree of knowledge
Helped by a tree that died
The scientists gathered
And watched the kid cry

The ibex Cecelia
A Pyrenean sight
The last of its kind
Until people played God

On the seventh day God rested
On the seventh second the creature died
‘Twas a blindfolded animal
That caused extinction the second time

Take on new life
Pass it through the fire
Everything will sink
But Moloch in the mire

Like a bird they fed off seed
On an island of little saints
The higher ups, they will lead
A life of black eyes and cold stares

Something about the way
The cut goes from white to red
I can’t help but stay
As the blood fills the crevices

Drooling pools into the sink
I remember it so vividly
When scabs turn into scars of pink
Then white again

I remember searching for the rope
Reminiscing all the ways I used to cope

I seem to be fixated evermore
On breaking skin but not the core

Oh what will they think if they find out
They’ll think I’m back in that place again
The place where I don’t want to live
A place where there’s nothing left to give

Why can’t I be happy and still cut?
Why can’t they keep their mouths sewn shut?
There is nothing more that I can do

I get so bored I think I’m going to come full circle once again

I know it’s hard to tell the truth
Take it from me or any youth
You can’t go on living like this
You’ll end up falling in the abyss

Turn around and face your fears and
Are you stupid, or pulluted
Can’t ya see that I am lucid

Say the word and you’ll be over
How can you say, “It’s just a sliver”
I'm getting tired of waiting for you
This is all your fault; it’s nothing new

I realized I am the punch line
As they all beat down on me
Bruised and broken
No one calls the authorities

Get it?
You’re the punchline
Get it?
You’re here to pay the time
Get it?
Now it’s your turn
And no one’s coming to your defense

I’m on the floor and I’m screaming
They record me as they beat me
I’m crying out while they all laugh
Yet again

I’m already down
They’re trying to **** me
Kicking my face in
So much of what holds me up is broken

My spine got crushed when I hit the ground
My mind is wailing, yet the pain is sound
I feel I deserve the pain
But it doesn’t hurt as much as I’d like to claim

The last thing I think before I faint
Is that I hope I’ll die from this