• The trembling shaking fear
    burns an everlasting pit in my stomach

    Hs at the g's now selecting frightful victims
    Im almost up my time is near

    I sink like the titanic in my chair
    wishing i was dead, shoulda stayed in bed

    Herby Hansons up now, its almost to me
    my sight diminishes its hard to see

    so confused suicidal tears
    A deeper cut for all the years

    Mr Herb its time for you to go
    my thoughts and actions start to slow

    All i want to do is cut
    Why am i such a @#%ing nut?

    Its hard to breath my voice dose crack
    the confidence is what i lack

    They will criticize that is a face
    just as soon as i turn my back

    I have the tool, the time is right
    The razor packs a vicious bite

    Im sick of taking all the crap
    I am dead now ... and they all clap.