A broken man wrote
Touching the pen to paper
He was writing a goodbye
To the life he'd led
And goodbye to you
He said
My poison has no antitode
I'll explain later
I have no way to deny
I'd rather be dead
That's the truth
Yes dead
A deep and dead winter
Never bothered me at all
My body is thin and exposed
I made my mind up
I am dead weight
And a burden
I know I am a sinner
I can't hear god's call
I need to go
I've got to get ready to take a pose
My dead body is being snubbed
By the people who long to hate
I beg your pardon
I need to run
I am on my way
