the air is cold - my mouth is dry

damn, i feel like i want to die

there's a pain in me that i cant disolve

based on feelings i cant resolve

i look myself directly in the eye

tell myself i'll be alright

here as i speak into this mirror

reflecting on my thoughts and fears



i could end it all

i could hit the wall

i could make it fall

i could end it all



in the pit of my gut i taste burning pain

an ulcer that eats from my heart to my brain

the world looms over me like a tower

i have now arrived in my darkest hour

there are words i cant get out of mind

visions i cant seem to leave behind

so messed in my head, cant sleep, cant eat

cant help but to think i'll never be complete



i could end it all

i could make it fall

i could hit the wall - hit the wall

i could end it all



i squeeze to stop this persistant drip

i taste the blood on my bottom lip

i expect the world to watch when i fall

engulfed in greed because i want it all