Accusations.

Choke me; let your fingers caress my throat,

And slice me; let the knife's blade tickle my veins.

Drop me; let the noose do your dirty work,

And close my eyes so they never open again.

I'm still not dead.

Incapacitate my dying soul,

Incapacitate the world,

Try to kill the memory of all we've said and done,

Try to kill the sense of being all alone.

Burn me; let the fires caress my skin,

And drown me; let the bubbles of air fade away,

Stab me; let the blood ooze onto your fin-

-gers and close my eyes so they never open again.

I'm still not dead.

Incapacitate my dying soul,

Incapacitate the world,

I want to die a slow and painful death,

Feel the taste of my lips, of my final breath.

I'm staring with accusations in my eyes,

So close them tight.

I want them so tight I can't ever use them again,

So close them tight.

By any means, by any way you can.

Incapacitate my dying soul,

(By any way you can)

Incapacitate the world,

(Using every means that you have)

I want to die, by any way you can,

Feel the taste of death.

(By any way you can)