Woke up this morning without the will to live
My body keeps breathing despite the thoughts in my head
I long for eternal sleep
If an afterlife exists it's just another way for God to spite me
Feed me to the dying earth
I want to feel the cold embrace of the dirt
Death comes for us all eventually
But the older I get the more I think the one to pull the trigger will be me
Will a hole in my head fill this hole in my heart?
Guess a hole getting filled is how I got my start
Strung out, depressed, melancholy, and forlorn
I keep screaming to the void "I didn't ask to be born!"
All I really want is some patience
A way to calm this angry voice
All I really want is deliverance
From the pain that life causes
I've been up for days without the will to live
Filling the holes in my body with poison
If the drugs and booze don't kill me, hopefully the sleep deprivation will
'Cause I'm tired of writing songs about killing myself
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