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 Quick phlebotomy'll run off decayed blood Few minutes of the pain'll quit endless distress Withdrawn noose qround my neck, bar access of the air Too much ways to escape...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 Withdrawn...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