The end

Life feels like its folding on you like the note that you put in your pocket it’s like

Your nuts in the palm of your girlfriends hand and your knowing that she’s going to crush it

You always said you’d be dead forty years to the day, sowing seeds in your mind well i cannot sit back, suicide.

No you won’t go down this time

In time you’ll, recognise my, gift to you, and you’ll see, it can be beat

Slow suffocating the walls closing in, though i

Feel your frustration i won’t let you down this time

Not this time

Now your minds in a spin like the wind hurricane, suffocating the breath in your lungs

Beer and narcotics add fuel to the flame, burning inferno tells you your done

There in the dark, taking your last breath, a rope round your neck holds the fear

The suppression of years, in a pretend existence.

In time you’ll, recognise my, gift to you, and you’ll see, it can be beat

Slow suffocating the walls closing in, though i

Feel your frustration i won’t let you down this time

Not this time

Turn around and take a look, won’t you face me

Turn around and take a look, why won’t you face me