Silver Blade, shining bright
Help me bring my end in sight
I do not want to survive the night
Whether it is wrong, or whether it is right
Like a potter I will shape
Mold to what I want to be
I will hide behind my cape
This is how I will be free
Free from my torments, free from my soul
I’m taking my life into my own hands
These feelings and emotions have taken their toll
My hourglass breaks and out slips the sands
These indecisions are too much
For me to handle all alone
No longer do I believe in God or such
It is too late, I’m too far gone
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