Chair - Intellectual

I know the warning signs

I know the warning signs, I have ignored them in others

I could have helped, but never made an effort

They could have lived and never made an attempt

I am the lingering promise that swears that I’ll end your pain

I am the dark deep sleep you long for

I crawl through tunnels that I’ve carved out carefully in your head

I’m the envious longing and lust for death

Move along!

The critics at your funeral: “How selfish can you be?”

Pay respect!

Though some’ll pity you they’re mumbling “Thank god it wasn’t me”

While we daydream of sleeping, the sleeping will always give way

And we’re waking up just to find out that nothing has changed

Oh, it all stays the fucking same!

I know the warning signs

I know the warning

Tired, but do I have a breath worth catching?

Try to find a silver line

Line up all the pros and cons to living

Tally up the reasons not to cash in and die

Call it what it fucking is

Cry for help

Do you need the attention?

Chalk it up to cowardice

Recreant

I know how you can get it

Maybe they’re right

Maybe they suffer as much as us, all because of us

Get the chair!

Can some burdens take care of themselves?

Does it help?

Kick it out!

Say a prayer!

Spit it out!

Spit!

Gone

All is lost

We end on our terms or end up back

Gone

All is lost

Can’t end the cycle, just cut it in half

Gone

All is lost

We end on our terms or end up back

Gone

All is lost

Can’t end the cycle, just cut it in half