I've got a rope around my neck
And a rock around my ankles
So if the rope breaks,
It won't be a second chance
Or a gift from a God.
I will either choke
Or I will drown.
A lack of air
Will introduce me to my maker.
But if I'm being honest
I really don't care
If there's a god,
Or if I'm alone.
Because in the end...
My skin and flesh will peel,
Off of my bones.