Prick your finger on the thorn of life.
You get to see the heart ache and all the strife.
A nauseous society caused all this.
A sinner's song I will not miss.
The light above the water is getting grim.
I've jumped in and forgot how to swim.
Sinking slowly to the ocean's floor,
I now know my life will be no more.
I have no more air. I let out my last breath good bye.
I watch the bubbles float up as I begin to die.