• When you've decided to take the last ride
    Come to the conclusion, only way out- suicide
    Never again to hear all the names
    Or go on living with the inner shame
    Before you pull the trigger, take aim
    Or cut your wrists deep for the final claim
    Hidden behind the mask of a smiling face
    Finally you've fallen from grace
    Hit the ground flat, on your face
    Heartbeat takes on an ending pace
    Nothing's grey it's white or it's black
    Realizing you have no friends to have your back
    Throwing your empty soul on top the stack
    Going to do this, no turning back
    Your blood shed over these years
    Never once did you shed a single tear
    Kept hiding behind the same old fears
    The cuts where you've marked inner tears
    Each deep cut a hiding insecurity
    Without that blood you'll no longer have to be
    The hidden outcast wasting good society
    What would a night be without a crimson sea
    Can't take the bickering in your head
    All the nasty things they've ever said
    Can no longer hide under your bed
    Inside flatline now outside's dead
    Come to the conclusion, the only way out- suicide
    When you've decided to that that last ride