I gave my flesh to the sateless vultures
To break the spirit of a blustery outcast

I haven’t found it as a tag of fortune
So I'm imprisoned, there is no one left I can trust

I'm stuck in textures of a baneful comfort
Forming my dreams into a moderate gallery

I’ve crossed a red line, but I'm still unhurt
I haven’t made through devious scenery

I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off
I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off
There was a moment of sad reflection
And twenty years of purifying misery

Would you consider a bland objection
As a betrayal of your own family?

Before I streamlined my fear and worry
It wasn’t easy to be with you one on one
It’s been a great time but I must hurry
Unless you ask me to stay with you on the run

I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off
I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off

I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off
I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off