Before I go just do it. An abyss called but I ignored it. That gravestone was really a slate. Not so easily wiped clean. But I wiped my name off that slate. I'm not going anywhere. I'd rather chew my fingernails to the bone than to admit defeat to this disease. I pray I haven't died inside. One ounce of ardency to fuel my mind. I'm not quite ready to plead submission. I thought I'd rather you kill me first.
Lyrics submitted by rustedhope
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