I don't process
I live
I give up for the kicks
And when I'm with you I forget
I get off to the thrill
Of knowing I can be killed
And I wonder
if I can survive through the night
I don't process
I thrive
On knowing it can be my choice to die
The prayers that are answered are lies
It's a dead mans tale
Of what's wrong and right
Through the agony of living
We shine
When we're all struggling to find the will to try
Some people live to die
Isn't that the point of life
