third-floor guggenheim, staring at the face of genius

blue-eyes burn from behind a canvass intense and bright

out of hope, out of luck, dead-end existence layed out before me

it's a black day when you realize that your life's just a waste of time



see you around, i think it's time

kill myself tonight

i really want to, you know i'm going to



riding on the verge of a nervous breakdown, over-come with emotion

want to do something rash and symbolic, impale myself on love



see you around, i think it's time

kill myself tonight

i really want to, you know i'm going to



kill myself - kill myself tonight