Depression Is A Killer - Phobia

Is that oppression

Attacking me again

It never seems to leave

Always seems to begin

Maybe slit my own throat

To bleed so-called sins

Love and hate is so f*cked

Put this to an end!

What’s the point to try?

Depression’s a killer inside!

What’s the point to try?

Depression’s a killer inside!

A fragile existence

Is a horrid sign

It makes no difference

For what you try to find

You live in mental fear

And hope to only die

The end is coming

This must be my warning!