Self Slaughter

My sole purpose of living is to apologize for my transgressions
I've served, I've hurt, there's no sign of salvation
Frame my sin and purge my soul
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven
I'm deprived, the degenerate do I make you sick
The weak imp, fragile, work of your contortions
A stones throw away from pure psychosis
I walk through a crowded room, completely indivisible from my surroundings, my eyes roll to the back of my head
The fear is constant and absolute
The faces of the people I can see change shape through the waves of paranoia

I am no one, I am nobody
Please end this pain
End me

I need this suffering to stop, I can only take so much
I need this suffering to stop, I've had just about enough
I don't need your sympathy, things have gone too far for me
I don't need your apathy, pull this chair from beneath my feet
The sun behind the mountain