They aren't proud of me
They aren't happy to see me
They aren't glad I'm here
They are keeping me alive

They have nothing to be proud of
They have no reason to be happy
They have no glad in them
They just feel bad for me

She doesn't fight for what we had
She doesn't want me back
She doesn't need me
She loves me no more

I offer nothing to fight for
I offer nothing to come back to
I offer nothing of need
I love her to death

I will **** myself

I saw a man standing
Lonely at the hospital gate
Only black he was wearing

Very intrigued I was
Even though I didn't see his face
Saw that he in his hand something had

Eventually I came closer
Laid my hand on his shoulder
Face of his was a skull, the Grim Reaper

"Hey, I didn't come for you yet"
Alas I came to you
Ripped skin on my body was my ticket

Make me dissappear, make me dead

The knife slides in
Oh what a pain

The knife is turning
Oh please remain

The knife is *****
Oh what a relief

The knife is me
Oh I grind my teeth

The knife is a gift
Oh there is no other way

The knife is swift
I want to pass away

My knife
Once a gift
Now my tool
My blade
Once for protection
Now for relief
My razor
Once pristine
Now rugged
My knife
Once shiny
Now stained red on the edge

I'm only alive
Because others are trying
To keep it that way
Was it up to me
I'd already be dead

My existence is worthless
I provide nothing of value
I only consume
I am the perpetrator
Of this parasitic society
I am the victim
Of the consumerist manipulation
I create nothing of value
I only consume
My death will not be marked
With art left behind
Or with achievements of mine
Nothing will change
Once I will die