I am what I never wanted to be,
Sit back and watch the show.
My head is gone and my heart is $#&@ed.

There's nothing worse than no feeling at all.
My ends are cut, my life is conscious,
But barely breathing.

I hope to do the same to myself.
My head is gone, along with my state of mind.
The only finger, better be wrapped around a trigger.

$#&@ this feeling of never wanting to be,
$#&@ this feeling of being afraid of death.
Make me a memorial in a ditch,

Cross your fingers like I'm crossing the thread.
I'm the disgust that failed you long ago,
I could never change the world, even with it on my back.

Let me be free, let me be what you want me to be. Dead.
The price is pain, an everyday test.
Hate is not the answer, it is a question

and the answer is $#&@ing yes.
Chosen an ultimatum, chosen a fate worse than death.
I choose to live.

I choose to live.
The only way I'm going home,
The only way I'm going home.

The only way I'm going home.
The only way I'm going home is in a $#&@ing body bag.