Stressed and tired
I walk this wire
Put out the fire
No more desire
-I can’t get these thoughts out of my head
Some things are better left unsaid
I’m having visions, I’m seeing red
It feels like death is just a step ahead- (chorus)
The end is near
It’s all I hear
Consumed by fear
Soon I’ll disappear
(Chorus)
A small dark room
The figure looms
Am I to assume
That I’ve met my doom?
(Chorus)
Maybe I’ll be better off dead