Slipping..falling..going...gone.

What's the point to bother
to keep going on
if I'm bound to falter
I'm slipping...falling...
going...gone

It's been three days and still no sleep
it's been three days and I have yet to leap
I'm standing on the edge of the precipice
I'm overlooking the inky-black abyss

With nothing here to help me
just me myself and I
no one's here to help me
when I'm just about to die

Simulated emotions and artificial visions
personality fractures and mental collisions
Waging a war on the battlefield of my brain
Insanity looming over conquering the sane

Weed and dope, coke and amphetamines
liquor and pills, I'm smoking that nicotine
It's a feeling so nice, a feeling so sublime
a feeling so great, I'm feeling so fine

Feeling fine, feeling good, feeling great
I'm walking, looking, turning back too late
I'm a prisoner to the rush, slave to the high
self-convicted inmate with the verdict to die