Like a whisper of a suicidal before the shot
Well I don't like myself anymore
My soul is good but my heart is cold
And my love is hate
Like a whisper of a suicidal before the grave
Like a whisper of a suicidal from his grave
Like a whisper of a suicidal before the shot
Well I don't like myself anymore
My head is full, my body is broken
My will decays
As my wisdom, my sense of danger
No fear to fade
Like a whisper of a suicidal from his grave
Like a whisper of a suicidal before the shot
Well I don't like myself anymore
Just one more fool
My voice annoys me
The ego chains me
In a prison that echoes nothing
But a heathen pray
Like a whisper of a suicidal from his grave
