Oh lord all I want is for you to take my soul up high
Release me..
Bury me under the ground
Let me smell the mud
I see no use of this life
I see no purpose of it all
I choose to ignore the minute
I choose to leave the past
I choose to grow younger
I choose to be blind
But then I remember
But then I realize
The mental illness that I'm surrounded by
I deserve to be punished
I deserve to sin
I deserve to **** my soul with every sickness that I have done
They said that each day is a lesson to be told
They said that the older I become the wiser I will be
But my wisdom is fading and I'm disgusted of my own being..
Take my soul up high..
I demand death..
Let flowers grow on my grave..
Let that sinful body shrink underground..
Let that lost soul bloom forever..