The Final Cut

Thoughts of black are drawing near

as the smell of death incoming clear

God can't be far away

pushing the needle into my vein

my adrenaline begins to rise again

all I need is more and more

injcting deadly posion unto my skin

this living nightmare starting the final gore

FINAL CUT

too late for God

FINAL CUT

feel the flowing blood

Thoughts of depression go through my brain

I'm taking the knife crying in vain

hating to exist with this confused mind

I feel the real need to stop it forever

filled with cadaverous pleasure

red plagues spreads around with the time

swarms of vermin pathetic wounded

just human fragment wihile bleeding is gutted

FINAL CUT

too late for God

FINAL CUT

feel the flowing blood

Satisfaction of ending over a body of lividity

this suicide kill causes schizophrenia in my mind

from the drugs flowing thru the brain

living the hell on earth abominated of the fear

encouraging himself to do this now

loosing control over his own body

preparing himself for the mighty death coming

he took out his knife starting to cut

FINAL CUT

too late for God

FINAL CUT

feel the flowing blood