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