Obituary - Xibalba

Finger on the trigger

Barrel to my head

Just seems easier if I were dead

I hate you

Left me here to rot

I’m tired of pretending I’m okay

What do I do when everything continues to fall apart?

Questioning how I’ve gotten this far

Where do I find happiness?

Searched for far too long

I still sit here

Cold, abandoned by the world

Bottle is done

No hope, no fears, no tears

I’m fucked in the head

But no one will notice

Just pull the trigger

Just do it

Life has given up on me

But I won’t let death take me

Left with nothing

No path to follow

I hate you

Fuck the world

It’s just me now and I’m after you

Nothing will save you

Eye for an eye

Finger on the trigger

Barrel to your head

It would be better if you were dead

I’m coming for you