You think this darkness is a choice?
It burns my brain so I have no voice.
It fucks my brain so it sucks my soul
and throws me into that endless hole.
You think this place of shit is what I want?
Do you know the voices that taunt?
Telling me to end it all and end it now
to cut myself and let the blood run dry.
The image in the mirror is a joke to me
The scars of a life once lived is all I see.
Take this throat and cut it deep and true
because I am just a fucking joke to you.
What, you think this life is a happy thrill?
Look at the pain and hurt around until
you realise we're minute specks of sand
sharing stories and crap which is all rather bland.
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