Looking out the window, thinking it's a glorious day on Earth. The perfect day to leave my mark performing a self-help suicide. When I wrote my rhapsody, I knew I wouldn't be the first. Writing a manifesto, tempted by your voice, committing deicide.

In one night I became mortal and assigned to this vile hunk of flesh. Play my guitar and sing a song because now I have nothing else to do.

And when it’s over and done, could I look back and still say that I regret nothing at all? I wanted them to hear my words and make my voice be heard. Oh, and when everything’s gone and I am dead on the ground, will you be watching my fall? Even when the ones I love are gone, could I tell myself I’m fine? Yeah, I’m fine.

Writing out these summer days, I just see beauty in the haze. Looking at our creations, now I’m in turn creating this for them. Eternal life makes it easy for you to be numb to every phrase. Now I keep reflections of every moment, something I used to condemn.

This song only has 45 seconds left so we better get this over with. I want to kill everyone who doubted us; surely, you would understand.

My halo’s losing its glow. My wings are tearing apart. Is this what being human is? Far away from where I once called home, I’m rotting all alone. I know that you will find me - you better kill me first then. I don’t want to see you again. Even when you turned your back on me, you’ve the gall to try and come back? Don’t come back!