i wrote this when i was depressed sorry bout the grammer
so depraved wraped encased ,cant breath, gonna suffocate, break these chains that bind escape the cluster fucked mind. drive it stait. see were it gose. Retreat. this is how it is. cant be helped , just a desperat gift
deaths realeas cant take no more help me out cant take this pain as the quiverering hands hold the gun i release the grip of death takes hold no bullshit at all this is how it is cant be changed