Combat Crisis 40 Ccs
Forty ccs, one room. You escaped your perception alone. Why try? Why cry?
I could end it all right now and you'll regret what you have done.
I won't look back. I just wanna see your f..ckin' face when you hear I'm gone.
And don't say I didn't try-I put my hand out and you denied.
I will need a second chance now.
I would take control of my own future.
But you don't get a second chance.
Once you're gone, that's the end.
There is nothing past this shell that holds us to the ground.
I won't look back. You won't see my face when I hear you're gone.
And don't say I didn't try-I put my hand out you denied.
I won't need a second chance, no.
There's just one chance and one life to live.
When I see you hanging there,
the ropes too tight and theirs no air,
I won't look back. And when your liver fails again,
no pity from me, not again.
You selfish fool, you're not alone-
we're all fighting the same f..ckin' war.
And we all feel we could end this too,
but the weaker minds will follow through.
