| Desperation's Final Hour |
| Fellow mourners we are gathered here on Sunday To pray for the young life that was taken away. He was screaming, but his family couldn't hear him. He was was pleading, but his tormentor wouldn't listen. And now the knife has plunged deep. I wish that he hadn't done it, because that boy was me. I wish that he hadn't done it. He should have tried to flee. I wish that he hadn't done it, but he has been devoured By the nightmare that I'm calling "Desperation's Final Hour." I am living. I am dying. I just don't know Where I am or what I'm doing. Just let me go. I am screaming in a place where you can't hear me. I am pleading with my shadow to set me free. And now I hear you all weep. I wish that he hadn't done it, because that boy was me. I wish that he hadn't done it. He should have tried to flee. I wish that he hadn't done it, but he has been devoured By the nightmare that I'm calling "Desperation's Final Hour." Death is feared by those who don't know it. I take my life and I throw it, throw it, throw it Away. I didn't need this shit in my life. I left it all balanced on the edge of a knife. When you take shit, you only get shit So I committed suicide, but now, I regret it. What would you do? What choice would you make? Just listen to me and don't repeat all my mistakes, because I... I wish that he hadn't done it, because that boy was me. I wish that he hadn't done it. He should have tried to flee. I wish that he hadn't done it, but he has been devoured By the nightmare that I'm calling "Desperation's Final Hour." |