The tight rope clasps my neck veins, singes a deadly burn,
one foot leaves the lift, and my life sinks, twists and turns.
Draining away the heartbeat, firing up my soul,
Hell awaits my presence, they grab me from their hole.

A change would do me good, like escaping this Earth,
Never have things been so bad, feeling so less of worth.
Soon it will all be gone, and I'll be a memory,
as many men lift me down, and I have been buried.

A cold taste of steel, softly on my lips,
forcing tears to come, why'd it come to this?
Months of agony and nobody ever being there,
only the shot from Heaven is the one that really cares.

How I can imagine, the streak of red behind me,
as the blast that sounded off, slowly helps them see.
Disturbed and replaced, never anybody's number one friend,
If they wrote my biography, it'd start with 'The End.'

Nothing is worth existing anymore, as everything has sunk,
I used to fantasize about others, laying dead in the trunk.
But now my thoughts are rendered, and painfully I see,
that rotting in the back there, I wish it would be me.