Suicide

You're cutting your vains
Your puls slows down
Your body is flowing
Your circulation collapsed
Your body feels sleepy
Your eyes getting weak
Your knees are shaking
Your brain is dead
There is a white light
Is it the end?
But there is a gate
Do you comprehend?



Credits
Writer(s): Neal Whitmore, Tony James, Martin Degville, Anthony Eric James
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