From a Suicide Man To God

The hours aren't worth it
The time is lost
My debts I pay with my soul
And now I have to go

My hands are decided
Now they think for me
The soul is afflicted
My hands are decided
Now they think for me
The soul is

Anxious to go
And challenge the unknown
Anxious to stay
And let the destiny do the service

My hands are decided
Now they think for me
The soul is afflicted
My hands are decided
Now they think for me
I'm tired

Totally drugged on account of desperation
I try to let control
I must have some hope
But I know I am drinking the last
Glass of water
It tastes bitter and hot

I don't know
If I am a coward
I don't know
What I am, really
Really, really, really

I think I'm sick
I just know that my hands
Fear for just one more second
They are in a hurry
To take my away from this world
God, excuse me
Goodbye