"The Death of Society"
Push me off the ledge please
I'm already crazy
Give me that pistol, or that razor
Because you know you don't want to save me

I'm the product of my society
Which is based on death
You never tried to help me
You were all I had left

So the final ending is my doing
Don't worry, the bloods not on your hands
You'll never even know why I died
You never tried to understand