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Here I lie, with such grotesque clarity I'd kill to be dreaming.
But within my head I'm screaming. Wake up, but there's nothing to wake, when death has shaken you.
I lived with a perfect life, that lead to a perfect lie. This perfect lie to a broken life, and this perfect knife, made of perfect steel, a phone placed against my ear, it's all I feel.

I lived on a solid line, then horror filled my eyes. My heart bleed all this time. And I rained all these tears, to leave me no choice, but to disappear. Loneliness is all I fear.