Night is ceasing to be my shelter
Before the scorching breath of day
Dying soul imprisoned in carnal confinement
Feelings of Futility controlled by vanity

Despondency is progressing
Through the ways of my thoughts
Insanity of survival
Under pressure of being

Quick phlebotomy'll run off decayed blood
Few minutes of the pain'll quit endless distress

Despondency...

Quick phlebotomy'll run off decayed blood
Few minutes of the pain'll quit endless distress
Withdrawn noose qround my neck, bar access of the air
Too much ways to escape... so which way I will choose ?

I'll spread your wounds, let decayed blood flow
I'll suffocate myself, I'll stop the air of hated world

Too much ways to escape... so which way I will choose

Despondency... ...being.
Quick phlebotomy... ...distress.
Quick phlebotomy... ...choose?
Withdrawn... ...choose?