let's not make this mercy killing into a tragedy if you mourn, i'll recover my grip on reality realize what i've done and i can't handle that responsibility
i accepted my fate the first time i lost my mind knew i'd forever be stuck outside my head fought for a few years more, but now i'm done with this
i will fall like the primaveral rain, soak the earth with my brittle rotting bones let the flesh decompose ease my mind, cleanse my soul
tangled up in vacillation mania-white staining indigo perceptions the future never seemed so trivial (who said i couldn't live like this) wide-eyed, selectively hypersensitive i'm ignoring what lies ahead i don't want to think about it
i'm destroying what little chance i had left precipitation replacing perspiration, erasing perspective, drowning out my voice of reason just let me breathe cause i'm so sick of responsibility
this is just the cycle of life perspective's leeching the necrosis from my bones i will be reborn as a lesser being so for now just let me pretend that the flames are home.