I slashed my wrist
Gave the knife a final twist
In a search for inner peace
Some sort of release
I am a born again nihilist
I don’t need you to be my apologist
Pump some heroin into my vein
To try and release the pain
You can call it self-abuse
Or just another excuse
To avoid facing up to reality
That’s just my mentality
I am into self-denial
I cough up phlegm and bile
I am going to try starvation
In the hope of salvation