Suicide Note Pt. II — Pantera

Out of my mind, gun up to the mouth No pretension, execution, live and learn Rape and turn Fret not family, nor pre-judged army This is for me, and me only, cowards only Try it

Don't you try to die, like me It's livid and it's lies and makes graves

It's not worth the time to try, to replenish a rotting life I'll end the problem, facing nothing, fuck you off, fuck you all Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me for weakness is a magnet - watch me do it

Graves descending down Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it, doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice when a mind's made up to go ahead and die? What's done is done and gone, so why cry?