The gentle embrace of death
Touches my weary soul
I'm closer to the end now
Enough despair! I'm whole!
Touches my weary soul
I'm closer to the end now
Enough despair! I'm whole!
Destined to make
The right choice
My existence
A constant struggle
Soon I will at last be free
Of my chemical burden
My consciousness is raised
Without society's poison
Destined to make
The right choice
I exist but
I have to feel vital
Helpless, abandoned, relentless attack
Realize my dreams, I can't turn back
Always doubting yet indecisive
Meandering convictions become so pensive
Part of me wants to live
I grope for a reason
Yet I'll be granted solace
Seeming serene... open
Destined to make
The right choice
I exist but
I have to feel vital
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