the air is cold - my mouth is dry
damn, i feel like i want to die
there's a pain in me that i cant disolve
based on feelings i cant resolve
i look myself directly in the eye
tell myself i'll be alright
here as i speak into this mirror
reflecting on my thoughts and fears

i could end it all
i could hit the wall
i could make it fall
i could end it all

in the pit of my gut i taste burning pain
an ulcer that eats from my heart to my brain
the world looms over me like a tower
i have now arrived in my darkest hour
there are words i cant get out of mind
visions i cant seem to leave behind
so messed in my head, cant sleep, cant eat
cant help but to think i'll never be complete

i could end it all
i could make it fall
i could hit the wall - hit the wall
i could end it all

i squeeze to stop this persistant drip
i taste the blood on my bottom lip
i expect the world to watch when i fall
engulfed in greed because i want it all