Hanging above the ground
I sway from side to side, without a feeling found
My feet barely sweep the floor, as my eyes roll back
I can't ignore, that these moments are numbered in sum
For when, the clock strikes one the hand of death is sure to come
A life without a shade of grey, but all I see is black and wish it away

Choking down the barrel of a gun
By the end of the night my mother and father will be losing their son
With this burden (with this burden), my closet has begun to overflow
While the hinges break, it seems as though I am not alone
I have the company, of these skeletons I have stowed away
But sooner or later they would have to come back and haunt me

Following my every step, I'm begging for you to let me go
I'm begging you, I'm begging you, to let me go

Oh death where is thy hand?
For when I greet you it is as a friend
It's time to put this to an end and return me to nothing from which you will send

My name, was forgotten with the knife still fresh in my back
A heart turned to stone, I don't want to live anymore
When a minute within this body, makes me cringe
Strip me bare of this prison
I call home
I call home

Hanging by a thread (hanging by a thread)
With my eyes (with my eyes)
Sewn, shut
Forced to be the only thing, I have tried to keep away
Myself
Kick the chair form underneath my feet
Let me hang by a thread, dead