I am a man
I am strong
I am happy

I am a man, genetic and pure,
but the standards i have been given drive me through the floor

With my job i am strong, but it tires me, i'm warn thin
as your old biker jacket

my poisons make me happy, your like ink in my blood
killing me with sickness

I am falling
I am tired
I am sick


As i fall, trusting my faith to catch me
gravity becomes a fact so real. so defined, that i am calm,
as the concrete hurtles towards me

I'm so tired, my eyes drag closed on State highway one,
going 125 through a steel barrier

I'm so sick, my veins have changed color, my skin is pale
and its all your fault

I am dead
I am dead
I am dead


God i wish i was dead
*L.G