Close your eyes and face your darkest fears.
Will the ending of my life bring upon any tears?[x2]

Everyday I'm a step closer to the end.
Everyday I'm getting closer to the end and its getting hard to pretend.
That our lives make sense nothing ever fits. And I'm getting sick of it.
When all we do is die alone.
When you question reality, you're knocked down off your throne

Just a bullet to my brain.
It could end this pain.
In the end I'm just another name etched in to a fucking grave

I'm stuck here to pretend, that I'm stuck here to the end.
With this gun to my head, gonna' squeeze to taste lead.
Was I ever living...?
Or have I always been dead?
We're all the same from the start, being thrown into the lion's mouth.
In this game of life, we've lost at the start.

I'm just trying to explain, the fact that I'm not broken.
I just never fucking fit.