Sitting on the edge of mother's bed
I realize damn she's dying
Sometimes I wish that she was dead
I'm sick of mother crying
When they take her away will I still feel the same
There's a feeling of doubt inside me
Will confusion remain will I suffer the pain
Will I run through the light that blinds me
Why me conceived by thee
k** procedure
I lie awake at night the enemy I feel inside me
Rotting beast destroying me
I think it's time for dying
When they take me away will you still feel the same
There's a feeling of doubt inside you
Will confusion remain will you suffer the pain
Will you run through the light that blinds you
Why me conceived by thee
k** procedure
Like worn leather a tired old man
Contemplates what's at hand
Like his friends before him then his wife
He's sick of living a lonely life