Stepping into the dark
another night has began
and you can call me crazy
or call me strange
but I'm living inside a suicide cage,
and all these lost and blank bodies around me
I'm living in a cage of death
and can't forgive myself to get out

Holding a grudge against myself
and dying and living at the same time
I wish somebody were here with me
but it seems an impossibility
and swimming inside a cage like this,
I'm almost fake and almost insulting
every piece of my bare bones and body
might as well just disappear
 
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