Chair

I know the warning signs
 I know the warning signs
 I have ignored them in others
 I could have helped, but never made an effort
 They could have lived and never made an attempt
 I am the lingering promise that swears that I'll end your pain
 I am the dark deep sleep you long for
 I crawl through tunnels that I've carved out carefully in your head
 I'm the envious longing and lust for death
 Move along
 The critics at your funeral: "how selfish can you be"
 Pay respect
 Though some'll pity you they're mumbling "thank god it wasn't me"
 While we daydream of sleeping, the sleeping will always give way
 And we're waking up just to find out that nothing has changed
 Oh it all stays the fucking same
 I know the warning signs
 I know the warning signs
 I know the warning signs
 I know the warning
 Tired but do I have a breath worth catching
 Try to find a silver line
 Line up all the pros and cons to living
 Tally up the reasons not to cash in and die
 Call it what it fucking is
 Cry for help
 Do you need the attention
 Chalk it up to cowardice
 Recreant
 I know how you can get it
 Maybe they're right
 Maybe they suffer as much as us
 All because of us
 Get the chair
 Can some burdens take care of themselves?
 Does it help?
 Kick it out
 Say a prayer
 Spit
 Gone
 All is lost
 We end on our terms or end up back
 Gone
 All is lost
 Can't end the cycle
 Just cut it in half