Guardians

If theres anything out there
That’s supposed to be watching over me
I’m going to rip your throat out when I die
Cuz you haven’t done a single thing for me

If ye be a guardian angel I’ll rip off your wings
If ye be a king of kings I’ll knock you off your throne
If ye be just some cosmic entity I’ll make your eternal existence as miserable as you made mine

If there be nothing at all and only I am to blame
It is all the same to me
Because then I’ll be dead and have nothing but abyss ahead
And my mind will finally be at peace

I’ve lost faith in everything but this cigarette and this razor
Those are the only two things that keep me sane here
Cuz at the end of the day, when all has gone astray
I know I can count on them to make me feel whole again

So what if it kills me, so what if I die?
No one on this planet will even say goodbye to me
So I’m done trying, I’m done caring
There’s no point in me doing anything but staring
At this wall
While I slit my wrists and fall
Into a loss of consciousness dream.