At The Edge

Sitting alone up in my room
As darkness descends but it’s mid-day/
Feeling useless and powerless consumed by these demons
Thinkin’ death is the only means
To an exorcism/
Because I’m fucking sick of this racism
And the mental health system
Is a joke in this province/
Not the kind that’s light-hearted and funny
It’s the kind that’ll take a life in a hurry/
Its got my mind in a furry
As my vision goes blurry
From the pills I popped/
The pain in my wrists I can’t resist
Like Slim Shady I get such a rush
Seeing the blood pour outta me/
And I ain’t trying to incriminate him intentionally
Because I know the government
And their budget is to blame for this tragedy/
Money hungry power freaks
That are too high and mighty
To hear the dying cries of Indigenous
Youth all across this country/
It’s a national epidemic and I’ caught up in it
Not hours but minutes from being another statistic/
I think it’s a little sadistic
That they’d by pass a child’s life for a highway by-pass/
Two-point-five million dollars
For a four-leaf clover
When just five dollars could’ve saved a life/
Yet they question and ponder why I pulled this trigger/
Cried and swam a river
That turned into an ocean
They have no notion what’s causing this
Final suicidal surrender/
Don’t wanna be pulled under
Or succumb to that monster
But there’s no escape so fuck it

HOOK
I wanna be free but you don’t care about me/
Just keepin’ me locked away in a padded cell
Walkin’ through this fucking hell/
Standing at the ledge with a gun in my hand
I’m at the edge/
But your deaf ears don’t hear my cries
Your blind eyes don’t care
I’m about to die/
Pull the trigger than I fly
3, 2, 1 now good-bye/!

Catch a spark of light
As my life flashes before my eyes/
Accomplished nothing so what’s the meaning/?
Lowering the gun cuz my hand’s shaking
I’m slippin’ off daydreaming
Hear the front door open and close,
I’m no longer alone/
Its my little sister Sloan,
She’s home from school
So, I hide the gun and pick up my Samsung/
Torn between dialing 9-1-1
Or the number of that Logic song/
But I can’t handle hearing Sloan cry
So, through teary eyes I connect to the hotline
1-800-273-8255/
Pouring my heart out to someone I can’t even see/
Telling them I just wanna take a dive because
The daily grind of racism has got me thinking
“fuck being alive”
Man, just yesterday my best friend Creedence
got his ass kicked for doing a Cree dance
Then arrested for filing a grievance/
Yo, since when does reporting a crime come
With the threat of you doing time/?”
The only reason he was dancing
Was because his only sister is missing
And he’s trying to get the attention of the nation/
But the government won’t listen
Say she’s just another addition to this country’s
Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women/
But I know she’s more than
A number on a Stats Can sheet
Or a drum beat in Canada’s new national anthem/
And I know this shit has her screamin’
 
HOOK
I wanna be free but you don’t care about me/
Just keepin’ me locked away in a padded cell
Walkin’ through this fucking hell/
Standing at the ledge with a gun in my hand
I’m at the edge/
But your deaf ears don’t hear my cries
Your blind eyes don’t care
I’m about to die/
Pull the trigger than I fly
3, 2, 1 now good-bye/!

I’m fucking sick of this racism
And the mental health system
Is a joke in this province/
Not the kind that’s light-hearted and funny
It’s the kind that’ll take a life in a hurry/
Its got my mind in a furry
How rarely caucus gives a fuck about
Indigenous issues/
Whether its for the
Physical, mental, emotional, financial, or societal welfare
It’s like they’re not even there/
And yet they say they wanna
Reconcile and clear the air
Of their past sins
Won’t even acknowledge what’s right
In front of their face/
Indigenous Peoples dying at an alarming rate
Taking their death’s fate into their own hands
Because government systems keep failing/
I don’t know when it started
Or what its gonna take to change it
But something has to be done
Because this fucking destruction has only begun/
Getting worse by the second
With every life lost
That can’t be resurrected/
So here I am again
One week later thinking about this/
Sitting alone up in my room
As darkness descends but it’s mid-day/
Feeling useless and powerless consumed by these demons
I swear I’ll do it this time
Inside I’m screamin’

HOOK
I wanna be free but you don’t care about me/
Just keepin’ me locked away in a padded cell
Walkin’ through this fucking hell/
Standing at the ledge with a gun in my hand
I’m at the edge/
But your deaf ears don’t hear my cries
Your blind eyes don’t care
I’m about to die/
Pull the trigger than I fly
3, 2, 1 now good-bye/!