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, $UICIDE
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