At The Door To The Tenth Sub Level Of Suicide کے بول

I bid the body farewell Slumped down and cold history A voice to drown out Taken in mine own hand A blade, a rope, bitter poison Climb into the nil realm Beyond mortal pain Poison coursing through the veins And all is end Dripping pain as fire Puncture this vessel with metal Drift out and onward Tenth rung of a ghost climb From the murky depths A final consciousness Slumped down there Cold and history Now comes invisible Poison courses through Veins on fire A throat crushed closed Puncture this vessel with metal Flesh gash release