Two Weeks Prior

Two weeks prior to the moment I die
I'll hide all truth behind a lie
Premeditate the needle meeting my vein
Imagine the knife bringing me to pain
Think of the pills inside of myself
Plan the day I make it to Hell

Two weeks prior to the day I depart
I'll be in a cold sweat, listening to my heart
I'll write out a will, it'll be gripped in my hand
And I'll slowly let go as my body meets land
I'll be in a pool of blood, O.D, and a gun
Premeditate my death, oh, this will be fun

Two weeks prior to the gun to my head
I'll plan how this works, how I'll become dead
A bullet, a knife, some pills and a needle
Laugh in my face, my life is now feeble
And on the day that I die, before I am dead
I'll say "two weeks ago I planned this in my head"