I feel as if I’m drifting away,
insanity seems to be were i stay.
All alone in the dark,
my own blood makes its mark.
I feel as if I’m drifting away,
insanity seems to be were i stay.
All alone in the dark,
my own blood makes its mark.
Standing there in the cold black night,
without any ray of light.
Watching the time go by and by,
as i slit my wrists and wait to die.
Up in heaven or down in hell,
can you guess which way i fell.