Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets, cold weather, all alone
Blackness, grey air, just snow
Feelings low, being followed by crows
Call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight