in instant anticipation
i want to go into isolation
death is an accumulation
the sound of a gun replays in my mind
i always thought i was one of a kind
i consintly think 'just shoot and die'
but then i remember who id be leaving behind
all loose ends, kept untied
my existence finally unshy
i pull out the razor and cut again
i look at blood and im not ashamed
i have no care in the world
wether im dead or alive
'cause this life, i wont survive
death is what I began to thrive