Born 2 Die
When days drag on & on
Just grab the knife it'll be quick
You contemplate this over and over
Mouth the barrel then you won't have to face the world
Allow yourself to be free
Let the air of your soul fly away with the wind.
I envy the suicide bombers more then a sane man should
wishing I could take flight towards the abyss.
Look down at my scarred wrists
See the pain in my eyes nobody can realize
I was born to be hated, Born 2 Die.