I've got tunnel vision
Fixated on death
A year passes with every conscious breath
My brain's cell bars seem to be closing on themselves
Mind Solitary confinement
Where my best friend is a dead rat that wouldn't stop talking
I'm slowly but surely crushed to death
He died on his back staring at me with a grin if a rat could ever have one
A million tiny spiders leave its bowels
Insect mandated seppuku
"you even **** at dying you scrap"
Crack
The slowest bone crack if there ever was one
As if bending your bones like rubber before breaking like egg shells
"There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt"
I guess that's what the song's about
There wouldn't be a better song to die to
Crack