Public Failure #1
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What will be left of me, when I'm dead and gone
As there was nothing for me when I was alive
How beautiful these final moments when my end has come
When there's nothing human inside

Now please excuse the blood, from this slit wrist tragedy
My spirit never belonged to this life
I have dawned the black hearts, a swansong misanthropy
My carcass forever exalted in time

Painted, that ghastly ghouled grin
I heave the stench of the carrion crows
For I'm a cellist with no cello or bow
But rather razors and flesh, cutting sonatas so bold

Only one thing is eternal
No one will ever miss you



Embracing this final hour; I watch the suffering of existence disappear
Serene dreams of suicide nurse my desire to welcome decay
This numbing escape feels so sincere
Scarred from torment inside, please help me die
Bring forth the end of this dearly diminished life
Acquit me of all sorrows, for I choose to live no more
Spare me a tomorrow, let oblivion consume
Tonight there is no turning back from the inevitable, I want to taste my doom

Beneath this sallow moonlight I no longer recognize
Any difference between the dead and dying
We are all terminal, our fate is unified
There will be no remorse as I leave this mortal life behind

Holding hands with the angel of demise
We dance upon the graves of the forgotten earthly casualties;
Drifting further from yet another sunrise
As she carries me away from blight of my mortality

Majestically her razors maim as they're acquainted with my veins
Slice deep down into this skin, release the hell that dwells within
Vehemently her razors weep as I fall into a dreamless sleep
We danced till I was anguish free and absent from humanity

Collapsing to the depths of this earth
Let me die alone, I don't want to be remembered
Exiting this life, boldly ready to know
Where the dead have gone and the dying shall surely go

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