I'm looking at a picture collecting dust upon my desk
Like the quantity of carcinogens compiling in my chest
My life's a f*cking mess
Expecting nothing but the worst but hoping for the best
Penultimate performance piece preparing for what's next
Stab me in the chest
Complications from the bereavement
Suicidal thoughts you can't contain it
Outlined on the pavement
Not a f*cking sound decomposing on the ground
Away from everyone finally safe and sound
I died