Black Din

It all started by questioning our worth
 A dream shattered by doubt
 I ended one life to start another
 But I couldn't accept the ending
 We're all the same kind of murderers here
 Killing our better selves, nurturing fear
 Getting off on the pain
 A heart full of need
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 A lust for death
 Anaesthetized but still aware
 That I might swallow my tongue
 And if I get too numb to care
 Then I will eat my gun
 We're all the same kind of murderers here
 Cheating on suicide
 Until we miss her and want her again
 She may not forgive, but she gives in
 A black din
 Home again
 I dug my grave around ten years back
 I often go there to relax
 Lying there the noise fades away
 One of these days I'll just stay
 And sleep
 But not today
 Not until I see the ending
 There's always at least one piece of shit
 Who wants nothing more than to see you fail
 Death is a release from all their resentment
 But life is a wire around their throat