An alarm waking me. The leaves dying off the trees. I medicate with whiskey to drown the fear of being me. Three a.m. I’m on a bridge. Gravity pulling my will to live. A saddened moon softly lights the scene. And reflects a ghost from the water to me. I don’t want to live my life today. I’d rather burn out than just fade away. I don’t want to live my life today. I’d rather burn out than just fade away. So as we live our lives, this song will be our suicide. And as we fight through life, this song will be our suicide. So as we live our lives, this song will be our suicide. And as we fight through life, this song will be our suicide. Death Letter. An alarm waking me. The leaves dying off the trees. I medicate with whiskey to drown the fear of being me. Three a.m. I’m on a bridge. Gravity pulling my will to live. A saddened moon softly lights the scene. And reflects a ghost from the water to me. I don’t want to live my life today. I’d rather burn out than just fade away. I don’t want to live my life today. I’d rather burn out than just fade away. So as we live our lives, this song will be our suicide. And as we fight through life, this song will be our suicide. I can bleed through every note, with every word blood from my throat. In the end all is still, a fallen man who’s lost his will. But this is just a song, as for life we must drive on. Music is a gift, it will lift the burdened soul. Life is a gift, a gift which we must fight to hold. Hold on, hold on.
