17

17 years ago didn't know what i was, who i was

17 years on causin' racket causin' fuss

In a rut, 'cus I'm lost, misguided down this empty path.

I must take that step; destroy the old, destroy the past.

Let the darkness take a hold of me

choose me

hold me up, choke me out

with thsi rope around my neck

the voice inside my head, it said;

You don't need the breath inside of your lungs,

You don't need this breath inside your lungs.