Take me. Send me down just one gun shot.
Save me. Cut my throat and shed my blood.
Help me. Free my soul in this night.
Kill me softly. I'm ready for the flight.
I'm done. I'm fed up with my life.
Fed up to run, run barefoot along the knife.
The old fat sun doesn't seem for me so bright.
No more fun, much of booze obscures my mind.
Is there any reason to proceed through hopeless life?
Is this a prison?.. And count down to "one" from "five"...
So, it's "Five" - and no changes in my head.
And "Four" - ice-cold knife is in my hand.
Three - happy smile's upon my face.
Two - this is the way out from the maze.
Finally "One" - the did is done... and no more pain...
I see me slowly leaking from the vein.