An Ideal Opportunity

Blinded by chemicals coming from inside me
Black clouds of darkness
Oppressive and hovering - oh no

Overcome by depression, I'm a walking fatality
Crushing, can barely move
I don't have the strength to scream

Enveloped by a force, I have no control
Consciousness of mine works against me
My brain screams, 'Suicide! Suicide! Suicide!'
And it seems like an ideal opportunity

Worthlessness, abandonment
An orphan of all humanity
Quicksand from which there is no escape

Misfired connections inside my brain

There is no more hope for me than there is hope for any human being

Nothing can be right at all
It cannot be corrected
Doubled over
The pain it hurts in nonexistence

Enveloped by a force, I have no control
Consciousness of mine works against me
My brain screams, 'Suicide! Suicide! Suicide!'
And it seems like an ideal opportunity
And it seems like an ideal opportunity
And it seems like an ideal opportunity