Final Relief Lyrics

I spit on ashes with burning throat.
I want to leave this room with mud on my eyes.
Will suicide.
Whose idea was it to inject me lucidity?
I don't want to suffer my empathy anymore.
So, take it. Take it now.
Will suicide
Final relief.
I want to drink from the same puddle as you, without even asking who p***** in it.
You stuff yourselves with the same bodies, staring at the same dirty hole.
Will suicide
Here is the path.
Will suicide
One more finger on the trigger.
And I'm going down.
The tourniquet is strengthening and the mist is wrapping me.
I embrace my brand new vice.