Why should I beg for Mercy
If in time death will find me
I am patiently waiting
Slowly I'm suffocating

There's only 6 feet to fall on the way down
My heart may still beat but I'm barely alive
My Maker I'll meet and confess all my sins
So someone can see what it really was like

Maybe I didn't mention
These thoughts were born from dementia
There's only one true confession
I live to feed my obsession