The Gentle Embrace Of Death

Touches My Weary Soul

I'm Closer To The End Now

Enough Despair! I'm Whole!



Destined To Make

The Right Choice

My Existence

A Constant Struggle



Soon I Will At Last Be Free

Of My Chemical Burden

My Consciousness Is Raised

Without Society's Poison



Destined To Make

The Right Choice

I Exist But

I Have To Feel Vital



Helpless, Abandoned, Relentless Attack

Realize My Dreams, I Can't Turn Back

Always Doubting Yet Indecisive

Meandering Convictions Become So Pensive



Part Of Me Wants To Live

I Grope For A Reason

Yet I'll Be Granted Solace

Seeming Serene... Open



Destined To Make

The Right Choice

I Exist But

I Have To Feel Vital