Will you really pull the trigger
After me?
Just leave it be
I'll hang myself before I believe in it
Listen to my final note
As you take your final hit
And I'm feeling like I've gone
In too deep
We plea what we weep
And I'm feeling like I've gone
In too deep
And the wither feasts
So why let the wither feast
I'm sitting in my chest
Feeling the way I breathe
I wish you'd let me grieve
I'm laying where I'll rest
Where I spent the rest
And where I'll eventually leave
Take you away
Spend your final days scared
Run across the road
Only us few are spared