Death's Door
A spoken word piece to beats; by "My Depiction"
Lyrics to "Death's Door"
Verse 1:
Daily, you tell the small lies.
Saying everything's alright.
Wishing you could dream all night.
Putting up a trivial fight.
Trying to live in the moment, but the moment is depressing.
Day by day, you almost own it, but you've blown it before dressing.
Singing a soothing sonnet, but it doesn't bring you resting.
By the past, you're haunted from chances gone again, so you're stressing.
If you've got a man problem,
Or motivation stats droppin';
You feel god can't solve them.
Recall we all have got sin.
You say although we all feel deeply, none feel as deeply as I do inside.
Will to go on dims with evening; can't even see day's soonest sight.
Life can be extremely restricting, but what's restricting you from suicide?
Your teams will-power is weakening while strengthening that of ruin's side.
Chorus 1:
So if you think it'd be easy to fake a slip and fall,
Or let the red water prove you chose to end it all.
Does a bathtub for a coffin seem inviting?
Maybe the light of the candle dancing off the wall,
Just chases your demons a bit further down the hall.
And you think maybe it's your soul that needs igniting.
Verse 2:
The road to success only has one obstruction.
You're too plagued by anxiety to function.
When your nemosis is what gives you instruction,
The only winning move is your own self-destruction.
Can you kill your own brain and still live?
You can't evade the doom of grim's scythe.
Does birth grant a license to kill with?
The gift of life just asks what we'll give.
Chorus 2:
You might be overcome with dismay or feel appalled
To find that whatever death's door, upon you, may befall.
Either oblivion or hellfire is frightening.
Atop the roof, masked by rain, no one sees you bawl.
You look down and envision yourself disemboweled.
The chance the town below would miss you is unlikely.
Bridge:
Perhaps your friends left you or I guy broke your heart.
Death brings satisfaction like a heroin dart;
Your troubles may vanish as your flesh pokes apart;
Once it's done, you can't get back but will hope you are.
Life on earth gives you hell sometimes and you'll want relief.
We must fall before we get the helping hand we seek.
The perpetual inferno gives no shits of your belief.
The Cerberus traps the damned in the dark chambers beneath.
The vexatious days make us appreciate merriment.
Those days will come whether they're sparse or frequent.
So the next time you're being mercilessly beaten,
Be grateful your abusive dad have you a place up sleep in.
Some birth-givers are dead and others are delinquent.
Orphans' moms claim the birth date was just inconvenient.
It's a long trek to the top but the view is fucking scenic.
If you choose to persevere, you can say you've seen it.
Original song by My Depiction.
Daily, you tell the small lies.
Saying everything's alright.
Wishing you could dream all night.
Putting up a trivial fight.
Trying to live in the moment, but the moment is depressing.
Day by day, you almost own it, but you've blown it before dressing.
Singing a soothing sonnet, but it doesn't bring you resting.
By the past, you're haunted from chances gone again, so you're stressing.
If you've got a man problem,
Or motivation stats droppin';
You feel god can't solve them.
Recall we all have got sin.
You say although we all feel deeply, none feel as deeply as I do inside.
Will to go on dims with evening; can't even see day's soonest sight.
Life can be extremely restricting, but what's restricting you from suicide?
Your teams will-power is weakening while strengthening that of ruin's side.
Chorus 1:
So if you think it'd be easy to fake a slip and fall,
Or let the red water prove you chose to end it all.
Does a bathtub for a coffin seem inviting?
Maybe the light of the candle dancing off the wall,
Just chases your demons a bit further down the hall.
And you think maybe it's your soul that needs igniting.
Verse 2:
The road to success only has one obstruction.
You're too plagued by anxiety to function.
When your nemosis is what gives you instruction,
The only winning move is your own self-destruction.
Can you kill your own brain and still live?
You can't evade the doom of grim's scythe.
Does birth grant a license to kill with?
The gift of life just asks what we'll give.
Chorus 2:
You might be overcome with dismay or feel appalled
To find that whatever death's door, upon you, may befall.
Either oblivion or hellfire is frightening.
Atop the roof, masked by rain, no one sees you bawl.
You look down and envision yourself disemboweled.
The chance the town below would miss you is unlikely.
Bridge:
Perhaps your friends left you or I guy broke your heart.
Death brings satisfaction like a heroin dart;
Your troubles may vanish as your flesh pokes apart;
Once it's done, you can't get back but will hope you are.
Life on earth gives you hell sometimes and you'll want relief.
We must fall before we get the helping hand we seek.
The perpetual inferno gives no shits of your belief.
The Cerberus traps the damned in the dark chambers beneath.
The vexatious days make us appreciate merriment.
Those days will come whether they're sparse or frequent.
So the next time you're being mercilessly beaten,
Be grateful your abusive dad have you a place up sleep in.
Some birth-givers are dead and others are delinquent.
Orphans' moms claim the birth date was just inconvenient.
It's a long trek to the top but the view is fucking scenic.
If you choose to persevere, you can say you've seen it.
Original song by My Depiction.