In my room, I hear sounds, they want me to be found. It just feels like the last drops are getting sucked out of me. I would die to finish this, but I don't even - get the chance. It is time to give it up and to give in to life-long depression. I was supposed to be what I am, but it's all over now, too late to start again. I have to learn, to live again, as something new, something new. I was programmed to destroy, and the dark side has no food anymore. In my room, I hear no sound, 'cause I'm lost, can not be found. The bright side seems so superficial and emptyness surrounds me. I wanna run and jump, I wanna run and jump, I wanna run jump...Don't catch me. I wish I could, do something else, something else, than being me. It's time to die, slow and painless, in my room, I hear no sound, 'cause I'm lost, cannot be found, 'cause I'm lost, cannot be found.