I see a blue bird out my window, casting a shadow, a tear runs down my face.
I go lay my head on a pillow, trying to chill though, I feel so out of place.
These pills supposed to mellow, instead I bellow, **** this rat in the ******* race.

A razor blade
Has now made
My wrists bliss
I’ll give God a kiss

I’m now ash
Teary lash
In the wind
Have I sinned

Don’t miss me
I’m happy
If anything
I’m the king

God’s a rather tricky fellow, his horns yellow, need a fan to cool off this space.
There’s no clouds that billow, just some sickos, burning without a trace.
Now I’m a weeping willow, my brain jello, suicide ain’t a walk of grace.

I’m now burning
All this fury
Engulfed soul
Slaughtered foal

Blood has spilled
Goat is thrilled
Body baste
Have a taste

Eternity
A certainty
So you win
Scream within