Why does it, come to this?nA feeling of, departurennLook away, from this stormnTurn away, pull the thornsnnOutnAnd Help yourselfnDienBut close your eyesnSee yourself, slipping awaynConscience is twisted, bury this daynnThis day, this daynnYou'll regret thisnYou'll die for thisnI'll laugh in blissnGoodbye my last kissnnYou will dienYou will burnnLight the matchnSmell the ashesn nKnock you outnPour the gasolinenNo escapenThis is your fatennWake upnSmell the gasolinenWatch the flames nearnYou'll burn alivennI won't hesitatenCarry me, I can't seenIllusions of absolutenessnIn this reveriennWhy does it always come to this?nDream of contentment, dream of liesnnLoad the gun nI'm playing god tonightnInfinite sadness, I've lost myself