In the morning I'm mourning the evening,
Because in the evening I take leave of that morning feeling,
Only briefly mind,
As I've got nowhere to go but somewhere to find,
Still lost in the dark, I can see that I'm blind and hear that I'm deaf,
Just waiting and waiting for that final breath,
For the black to consume me and devour from within,
This is my Karma for living in sin,
Not quite a suicide note, just a farewell,
I'll see you around, probably in hell.