My only way out is towards the light of death
My only way out is
towards the light of death.
I'll see the light and no it's time to let go.
And leave this world behind me.
I no its time to go
Either towards the train
Or towars a bottle of pills and a razor
Or mabey towards the bridge.
But its time for me to go.
My only way is towards the light
I wonder where I'll find it
Is there really a light.
Some say its at the end of the tunnel.
I'll find out soon.
I found the light
It was there all around me
At the end of the tunnel
When I went away.
My way out was the light
Beckoning me back home
The light has carried me home
And out of this world.
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