Lookin at the knife for several hours Ending up slipping it onto your arms Instead of just putting holes in your skull About to do it but you'll do as you always have Failure You failed to live well and failed to die Properly So it's just that time again You draw the bottle and you drink liquor and blood You fuck few pills and you mix it all Together What could happen anyway if you never wake up? You're higher than you'll ever be paradise is small in the sky You're thrilling you hands shake vigorously it's 4 hours past midnight As you feel your body being destroyed you falsely hope to leave this world But the truest truth is that you wish to stay to live this all over Again Again Again You never wanted to die truly instead you just like watching Yourself Yourself Yourself Because mama told you health is your most valuable asset ? What a beautiful blade how much would it cost to take your skin off? You're thinking about cuddling the warmth of your muscles Take it of open that thigh up and see that you're nothing but blood Spirits are just as weak as that So just torture yourself with thoughts Of staying against the odds of losing so much blood But here is the advise this time Because death is truly all embracing So free yourself And push it into your throat You're weak He's always been You will always be And you question yourself Isn't true strength accepting And embracing your weakness By finally taking it away You're higher than you'll ever be paradise is small in the sky You're thrilling you hands shake vigorously it's 4 hours past midnight As you feel your body being destroyed you falsely hope to leave this world But the truest truth is that you wish to stay to live this all over Again Again Again Fuck You never wanted to die truly instead you just like watching Yourself Because whatever the fuck something is holding you from cutting Again Indeed torture is your thing but death isn't cause you're struggling offing Yourself You fucking shit Your only wish is to die and you suck at everything so much you suck at dying Pity you I wish you to live long enough To torture your spirit so much You next lives will be haunted by your own ghost And never recover from the pain you cursed yourself with Death is not to be messed with Fuck you LES GO You're higher than you'll ever be paradise is small in the sky You're thrilling you hands shake vigorously it's 4 hours past midnight As you feel your body being destroyed you falsely hope to leave this world But the truest truth is that you wish to stay to live this all over Again Why can't you fucking kill yourself Indeed you missed all of your suicide attempts Have you ever heard their voices When you're asleep All of those who went to the other world and never came back Every time you call for help You're insulting them Think of that Think of how joyful you are Think of how alive you are And take that away