"Into the Abyss of Hell"
bouncing reflections off the tiled floor.
The razor shines through its red stains
while crimson rags lay tattered and torn.
Nothing but the nightmares...
nightmares that bleed through the hollow walls.
Despair made it all.
...all go away with the rattle of pills
or the sound of a gunshot ranging the hills.
Desperate needs call for desperate measures.
...measures the rope, measures the pain.
Just make it all go away.
Water down the torture as the bathtub falls...
No one will hear my screams through these walls.
Sinking lower and lower into the abyss of hell
drowning my sorrows after one last yell.
Pull the trigger, pull the trigger.
The burden is gone.