Thoughts of black are drawing near as the smell of death incoming clear God can't be far away pushing the needle into my vein my adrenaline begins to rise again all I need is more and more injcting deadly posion unto my skin this living nightmare starting the final gore FINAL CUT too late for God FINAL CUT feel the flowing blood Thoughts of depression go through my brain I'm taking the knife crying in vain hating to exist with this confused mind I feel the real need to stop it forever filled with cadaverous pleasure red plagues spreads around with the time swarms of vermin pathetic wounded just human fragment wihile bleeding is gutted FINAL CUT too late for God FINAL CUT feel the flowing blood Satisfaction of ending over a body of lividity this suicide kill causes schizophrenia in my mind from the drugs flowing thru the brain living the hell on earth abominated of the fear encouraging himself to do this now loosing control over his own body preparing himself for the mighty death coming he took out his knife starting to cut FINAL CUT too late for God FINAL CUT feel the flowing blood