Death is a state of mind.

Another world I wish I could find.

I'm searching and pleading

For forgiveness in hell.

A story, I wish I couldn't tell.

I have to repent.

I'm so full of pain.

I need death's relief.

Being alive; I have nothing to gain.

The devil holds my soul,

And turns it over in his hands.

Looks as I'm lying on the ground

With a knife in my back.

It's already broken and falling apart.

If you don't kill me first

I'll shoot myself and fall asleep.

Then I'll be with the devil,

And his to keep.