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Sunk.
Leave me now.
I can't begin to tell you how.
Soul, I give you permission to fly away.
I know it's killing you to stay.
The painful days keep coming.
It's getting hard to keep running.
Terrified of what's to come.
Will I ever, for once in my life, be enough?
The Earth is crumbling under my feet.
There's no more ways to cheat.
Devil, I'm tired of running, catch up to me.
I'll go without a fight, try it, you'll see.
Kill me from behind, let the blood run down my back.
Quickly before God tries to get my life back on track.
I want to see the blood.
Running over me like a flood.
Before this, only tears fell.
Now it's time for me to move on, to Hell.
In a trance like state.
It's you I truly hate.
Not feeling the beat of my own heart.
Here it comes, my depart.
Say goodbye, my time is over.
I no longer yearn for my savior.
God, hurry, lock heavens gate.
I know you've already decided my fate.
The world is going dark.
Am i really ready to embark?
Has my life really been all that bad?
Or have i just been too sad?
Now i see I'm making a big mistake.
This whole time I've been a fake.
The Earth opens wide, a big crack in the ground.
The whole world is turning upside down.
I'm falling towards the sky.
Did i really want to die?
Everything goes quiet.
Stop trying to fight it.
My eyes are going black.
It's all coming in one attack.
Can't feel anything anymore.
All i ever was is closed behind the door.
I still see it fading in the distance.
All of me no longer in existence.
All i want is to go home.
To never be alone.
But all of that is over.
I've never felt more sober.
All of the little things seem so pointless.
How could i have let things come to this.
What else could possibly go wrong?
Nothing else can happen.
Everything has already been take.
Wrong again.
My thoughts are all that are left.
How long do i have? 5, 10 minutes at best.
I love and miss everyone.
Good luck in heaven.
One last kiss and hug.
Because the ship that was me, is finally sunk.
I can't begin to tell you how.
Soul, I give you permission to fly away.
I know it's killing you to stay.
The painful days keep coming.
It's getting hard to keep running.
Terrified of what's to come.
Will I ever, for once in my life, be enough?
The Earth is crumbling under my feet.
There's no more ways to cheat.
Devil, I'm tired of running, catch up to me.
I'll go without a fight, try it, you'll see.
Kill me from behind, let the blood run down my back.
Quickly before God tries to get my life back on track.
I want to see the blood.
Running over me like a flood.
Before this, only tears fell.
Now it's time for me to move on, to Hell.
In a trance like state.
It's you I truly hate.
Not feeling the beat of my own heart.
Here it comes, my depart.
Say goodbye, my time is over.
I no longer yearn for my savior.
God, hurry, lock heavens gate.
I know you've already decided my fate.
The world is going dark.
Am i really ready to embark?
Has my life really been all that bad?
Or have i just been too sad?
Now i see I'm making a big mistake.
This whole time I've been a fake.
The Earth opens wide, a big crack in the ground.
The whole world is turning upside down.
I'm falling towards the sky.
Did i really want to die?
Everything goes quiet.
Stop trying to fight it.
My eyes are going black.
It's all coming in one attack.
Can't feel anything anymore.
All i ever was is closed behind the door.
I still see it fading in the distance.
All of me no longer in existence.
All i want is to go home.
To never be alone.
But all of that is over.
I've never felt more sober.
All of the little things seem so pointless.
How could i have let things come to this.
What else could possibly go wrong?
Nothing else can happen.
Everything has already been take.
Wrong again.
My thoughts are all that are left.
How long do i have? 5, 10 minutes at best.
I love and miss everyone.
Good luck in heaven.
One last kiss and hug.
Because the ship that was me, is finally sunk.
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