It feels much better that you won't feel a thing.

My hands are getting cold by holding this pain.

The sky is empty tonight as my eyes change to the mess I have made.

To the mess I have made..
To this mess I have made...
To this mess I have chased.

Heart beats steel feet never looked to the grave,
For I'm numb to myself I thank God for God sake!
GOD SAKE.... God wait ..please take the mistake,
My last name has become "the mess that I made.

To the mess I have made..
To this mess I have chased
To this mess I.....wait

I'm numb and it's better to be chasing the mess that I chased.

...breath
..breath my last breath to the fool I was and things that I made.