This pain so inconceivable, the amount of blood
On the floor is unbelievable
Destined to die
I play the game of hope while my intestines
Swing like jump rope
Splashing the plasma, circling vultures inhaling miasma

Forget the life I hated, shan't be resuscitated
Inflated and bloating pieces in pools of disease and floating

This sea of muck like standing water
Waiting for my slaughter
Putrescence now suffocating the last breath of life I'm hating

Life is a nightmare
I live a lifemare
Begging for mercy - Do not resuscitate

The piles are steaming, the floor beneath
My feet apparently is bleeding
My wounds still seeping

Blood on flesh undressed, possessed-
Having  with the excess

My temple stuck to the floor - at one with the gore
This desire - inherent, suicidal and disparaged
Cannot be blamed
I suffered this [bad word] life - threatened with helter skelter
Felt the damning hand of man and
Suffered underneath its shelter

Forget the life I hated, shan't be resuscitated
Ablated, serrated pieces of a life so over-rated

This heap of garbage called a body, like a landflill - rotting
Pure hate is now strangulating this last breath of life
I'm waiting for this life to end
I'm waiting for the end to begin
I'm waiting for you people to die
I'm waiting for the end of the line

Life is a nightmare
Begging for mercy - Do not resuscitate
I live a lifemare
Begging for release - Do not resuscitate