Let me die

I seek the divine,
God or Satan’s advice
To ask them for answers
In this sickening place

(A place called life, that is)

I’d ask them a question,
Voice my sorrow and pain
Why should I have to continue
To suffer, ache, go insane?

(To which they’ll probably laugh)

To live is to fight
A constant battle with life
To breathe is to struggle
Under hardship’s cold knife

(Let me die, let me die, let me die)

Whatever words of wisdom
They may deem most fit to say
– seek meaning within, your fate is yours to define or something along these lines… –
Will mean nothing; I’ll pray
The only prayer I know

That goes
Let me die, let me die, let me die