The Finale, The Last Time You Will Every Hear From Me Again

I am at death's door
This is the final goodbye

Nothing left to lose
Nothing else to gain
I have no purpose to be here
My mental place is burned up
In a crowd of flesh
That resembles the one who hurt me
Have their knifes out
Ready to stab me over and over
With no end to it
Endless wounds

Still got hope left in me
Need to recover
In this hell that i am stuck in
I am still fighting for my freedom
If this war keeps going
I will perish in a pond of my own self doubt

Losing consciousness
I dont think I will make it

Watching evеrything I ever built up
Comes crashing down and I hatе it to see it go
This is the last time you ever hear from me