Dying to Be Dead - Antidote

Nine moons circle around my so called home

Telling me to crawl out of this flesh dome

Light coming weakly through your ink set skin

Not ready to leave this warmth around me

My claws deep in you, paralyzed by the fear

Birth of unborn child is near

This rotten fruit of love refusing to be born

Cold and hostile world awaits my first turn

Put me back in

Everyone’s staring

Fear of dying

But dying to be dead

Why are you doing this unfair thing to me?

Being born means death, can’t you fucking see

Fear against life rising, can’t avoid the birth

They are dragging me out violently from dirt

Light is killing my virgin eyes

Lungs infiltrate with raw air, my first breath

Ears hurting by your scream and pain you deserve

Let me die lived enough in this hell here