The Suicide Reports Aktlast

He woke up in bed with the knife in his hand
Just wondering how life will come to an end
He woke up reading all of the wrong reflections
And had no intentions of seeing the end
The lyrical genius was famed for his talent
Meanwhile his sadness evolved from the cabinet
The knife in his hand was covered in blood
And it left him still questioning what he had done
The news reports came, the very next day
Announcing the new fact that he has gone
He thought that he had no one but everyone mourned him
He took his life early at age twenty-three
His wrists were heavy, cold blooded
Necklace shining in the dark vent lair
His body cold, no blood running
Blade tip shining dark red in the lair

His body cold, no blood running
Blade tip shining dark red in the lair
His body cold, no blood running
Blade tip shining dark red in the lair
Blade tip shining, dark red in the lair, dark red in the lair

Yeah, I don't wanna be alone
Free me, I don't wanna be alone
Free me, I don't wanna be alone
Free me, I don't wanna be alone
Free me, I don't wanna be alone
Free me, I don't wanna be alone, yeah