reaching for oblivion
falling short
searching for a reason
to end it all
infamy is beckoning
make the call
tails we're on a winner
heads will roll

With my heart
Let the sorrow flow through my pen
Write these words in my blood
Let the fears stay in my head
Am I better off dead?

Let these words be written in my heart
Let my tears decorate the paper
And my pain shown through this art
Let me be a lesson

Let these kids learn through my loss
And gain through my success

Am I better off dead?

I shouldn’t have made it this far
For the things I have done

But I am grateful
For the love that it brought

In my heart

You can have my heart
You can have my soul
You can have my innocence
You can have my all.

The Matrix is created and rated
parts of the system waited
Located and related parts of it
collated and deflated
Using the tree to fabricate its dreams
Illusion of the Maya, nothing as it seems
Automation of its product, things to conduct
Here and there, the parts of the Magickal dream.
The force of the beam, rats ran in a stream
The energy used to conduct to create the 13 theme.