I drag behind me a rope 
So laden with sorrow 
That I can barely take another step 
Without falling to my knees 
I drag it in the dirt 
My feet kick up dust as my rope settles it 
I seek no answers 
Only peace 
In the distance 
There is a single tree 
Salvation 
The rope must meet the branch 
The rope must meet the branch 
I have traveled from afar 
I am weary, but I must keep my pace 
The rope must meet the branch 
In the same way it has met my neck 
I will earn my death 
I will earn my death 
I will earn my death 
You cannot deny me the right to take my own life 
I will earn my death 
I refuse to be robbed of my own suicide