Am I better off dead, is it all in my head?
There’s a snake in my mind, spitting venom and lies
It runs through my veins, paralyzed by the pain
I’m at the end of my rope, as it’s placed around my throat…
Maybe this time I’ll wear these scars over my shirt
And tell everyone what it means to be hurt
Drag my broken legs around to chase their lost sun
And bite down on my own tactless tongue
Maybe this time I will stop swearing in wasted sins
The serpent in my neck, behead the prince
Drown past crosses, and tiptoe around rosary beads
A faith to tie over my wrists is what I need
Maybe this time I shall cease searching for my aorta
And don’t believe in entropy, even for an iota
Demolish this satirical pulse, retire the beat and kill
Maybe, just maybe, this time…I wouldn’t heal.
Wake me up, I’m seconds from the end
I’m dying to feel, I’ve been dying to live
Will somebody give me a sign, so I know I’m alive?
It’s time to wake me up, or pull the plug
Pull the plug! Somebody wake me up!