As smoke fills up my chest, I know I’ve burned inside. A birth of demons in me. These would have set me free. I built this hell with my own two hands. I cannot fight me anymore. This curse I have created. I am still running away from myself. Torment I cannot escape. Everything I touch turns into ash. So take my hand, burn with me. As smoke fills up my chest, I know I’ve burned inside. A birth of demons in me. These wounds have set me free. I’m begging you to follow me into hell. Hold this gun against your head. Make it quick. Take my hand.