My desire to ****
Makes me feel so ill
That i wanna jump off a hill
Or inject saxitoxin
Im my skin
'Till i fall on my chin
I'm sitting  here in the attic
Feeling disastrously pathetic
Writing on a piece of paper
Maybe ,
I should just shove this pen in my throat later
will it be painful ?
Or i'd rather ask
If it'll  be successful ?
To tear me
And clear me
Do you hear me ?
What is this voice inside little Fin ?
That's telling him to commit a sin
Poor Fin , he thinks he's possessed
But it's just time to unveil the  desires that were oppressed
Grab the knife and hold the gun
Let's go out and have fun
Listen to some cries and screams
That's music in our ears