Knife to my throat, noose on my neck, one single thought then a barrel to my head,
Pull the trigger so I can finally be the thing I wish I could be....dead

I'm an Erradict suicidal addict shunned by society
Take one step off the edge, it'll be a sight to see

Left alone and kept quiet
For all these years
My darkness was hidden
It was all I feared

Now I escape and come out of my cell, but I can see that I'll be in a fitting place called hell