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
