I'm under pressure. Kicking into overdrive. I'm a loose cannon. I will not make it out alive.

See I'm wrapped around your finger, I'm digging in the dirt, I'm so deep into this shit I can taste the earth. 'Cause you're running me in circles, I'm running out of breath. But you ain't gonna stop 'til there's nothing left.

Don't bring flowers after I'm dead, save your givings for the living instead.

You're a karma killer, each day I die in a million ways. I cut you out of my life, but I'm too weak by 14 days.

When I'm gone, who are you to mourne? So don't touch me when I'm lying in my coffin, don't stand there crying as you're watching, don't put no flowers by my final bed!!