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