Dropped to Death

You exert pressure on me (and wear me down)
Don't think your troubles are singular
I got too much of them (and I know)
You are only one

You are not interested in my problems (only in yours)
Said you only want my best
Your imagination of my future (only mine)
Isn't really interesting me

Let me stay alone
Or I gonna kill myself

I wanna die

Standing in the rain
On the cemetery
Diggin' my own grave
Close to Deliverance

Let me stay alone
I'm going to kill myself

Put out a rusty knife
Blood spattering on my stone
Put the rattle into my mouth
My brain from now on covering the ground

Falling six feet under 'til death
I savour the taste of wet dirt
The spinal column broke
And my soul was torn

Dropped to Death at night
I'd never been alive