| The gentle embrace of death | |
| Touches my weary soul | |
| I'm closer to the end now | |
| Enough despair! | |
| I'm whole! | |
| Destined to make | |
| The right choice | |
| My existence | |
| A constant struggle | |
| Soon I will at last be free | |
| Of my chemical burden | |
| My consciousness is raised | |
| Without society's poison | |
| Destined to make | |
| The right choice | |
| I exist but | |
| I have to feel vital | |
| Helpless, abandoned, relentless attack | |
| Realize my dreams, | |
| I can't turn back | |
| Always doubting yet indecisive | |
| Meandering convictions become so pensive | |
| Part of me wants to live | |
| I grope for a reason | |
| Yet I'll be granted solace | |
| Seeming serene... open | |
| Destined to make | |
| The right choice | |
| I exist but | |
| I have to feel vital |