Suicide is my temtation
Every day I find myself
Trapped withing these walls...
Procrastination...
How do I get over it?
How do I stop the snowball?
I'm heading for the pit
It's very dark...
And you're in the front row, center stall
Death sets its' eyes upon me
I've got no escape
I rush toward it blindly
And embrace Her loving rape
My fight is over
My life is lost
No four leaf clover...
Forget me, forget about my past
