The chair's been kicked, a rope tied to the rafters   Blue faced and broken necked, I sigh   Relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare   Of that hated sun burning the sky      Slumped like a headless scarecrow   Cold and limp against the wall   Blood paints a pattern of rohrschach's design   Thawing the winter that burdens this heart      Shit-stained and shameful   An exit in disgrace   Not a splash but just a ripple left   I end this life in vain      In the dead of the darkness, I breach the still lake   Towards the reflection of the moon   The night colored liquid arresting my lungs   Finally in peace in this watery tomb      Destroy this fragile body   To be gorged upon by worms   Not a splash but just a ripple is left   In the wake of my merciless scorn      Beyond those cursed stars above   Lies the answer that I seek   On the backs of bullets rides my name   Longing to kiss my cheek      Resentfully decline retire this hated life   Without guilt, I break these veins   Carved with salvation's knife      Turn not away, avert not your face   This is how it was meant to be   In silence found hanging there above a pool of waste   The beauteous workings of mortality      No one can truly touch another   Parallel never to cross   Pointless fumbling, sad mistake   Only capable of pain      Beyond those cursed stars above   Lies the answer that I seek   On the backs of bullets rides my name   Longing to kiss my cheek      Resentfully decline, retire this hated life   Without guilt I break these veins   Carved with salvation's knife      Beyond those cursed stars above   Lies the answer that I seek   On the backs of bullets rides my name   Longing to kiss my cheek      Resentfully decline retire this hated life   Without guilt I break these veins   Carved with salvation's knife      Beyond those cursed stars above   Lies the answer that I seek