I'm obsessed with the vision's edge How we look straight but there's always a sideview Looking right through The glass of a picture frame The image splattered my name On every newspaper, a cheap kind of fame The sideview shows the real me The kind of person who I'd be If I'd sent this body out to sea In that funeral pyre blazing to the sky Mom and Dad think that I'm too young to die But you're never too young to be that one guy Your friends see on the tv with a nice little snippet Of how you hated your thread so you got up and clipped it But your parents will talk to the reporters and flip it Say you were so great, so happy and nice Always the one to give the good advice The one crossing the street as you looked both ways twice And the truth is you were already cold as ice You tried to cry out but they nodded with grins And they looked at you pondering and stroking their chins And in this situation there's no one that wins Because there's always a bridge or a cliff to jump off When the stress level rises set off by a cough Or you just up and choose to dive into the trough And get eaten by pigs, digit by digit And since you don't give a ****, you don't even fidget When they bite off your legs and leave you a ****** But size doesn't matter, you're dead in a few And it's not as if you have to choose what to do In the end your fate is just pay per view Because you'll be there, it's you that is dying But the life negation requires none of your trying So you can sit back relax and just watch it There's more than one way so it's hard to botch it Your death is the end, because there's nothing else to it You once had a life but you up and you blew it There was **** to be done but you just said "***** it" And it's true, it's your life, and you have control But before you eat lead, put the thought on parole Give yourself minutes or days to rethink A miscalculation of that size would stink Set up some goals, some silly, some not Of things to accomplish before you hit the black cot Where they stick all the toe-tagged The black-bagged The life-gagged The death-filled The over-pilled All those singing from their throats Bleeding like goats From the knife wounds like Abraham Would've done in just seconds, **** But the voiceless have no spokesman saying "Hey world, there was no point in staying!" There's always a point, and you've just got to find it Once you do, wrap your mind and bind it Obsess yourself with the point of staying Remember the steepest price you'll be paying Sometime in the future, but now be braying The call of the stubborn, those that won't leave The ******* with something in which to believe I'm one of those ******* and we need more members To warm up the cold of Depression Decembers Obsessing about the vision's edge The only thing that kept me on the safe side of the ledge When I was seconds from falling down The sideview turned my *** around Gotta find the source of the curious periphery Curiousity killed the cat, but the sideview saved me