Soliloquy of Suicide

Lyrics by Timothy Montera / Music by Denney Fischel / Performed by Sick Life

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Every single second 

My grief moves at its own pace - and its crawling.

This is something medieval.

Every single minute

I’m trapped somewhere in-between life and death.

Is this hell?

No, this is something else. 

 

This is the last rose that I will lay

This is the last prayer that I will ever say

 

Now let’s be honest,

this is somewhere between what you’re getting and what you deserve.

Tell me, how do we chew through all of this bitterness?

Tell me, how do we swallow all of our selfishness?

How do we drown the echoes of the past?

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Every single second, life fades away.

Every single minute, death leads us astray.

Every single hour, our sins collide.

Every single day, we sing our soliloquy of suicide. 

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Every single hour, 

I waste peeling the layers of your skin to find out what makes you tick.

You are something medieval. 

Every single day, 

You want to play blood for blood and I must say its wearing thin

Are you dead inside?

You are truly something else. 

 

This is the last rose that I will lay. 

This is the last prayer that I will say. 

 

So let’s be honest,

this is somewhere between what you’re getting and what you deserve.

And I’m eaten alive by the scavengers that pick clean all of my words. 

Don’t you worry, 

I’ll draw the beasts to the bait so you can make your escape.

Deserted by hope, Orphaned by fate

I’ve decided the deed, I just need the time and place.

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Every single second, life fades away.

Every single minute, death leads us astray.

Every single hour, our sins collide.

Every single day, we sing our soliloquy of suicide. 

 

Soliloquy of Suicide (x4)

 

Honestly, your honesty is pornography (x3)

My honesty will be my final soliloquy