An Ideal Opportunity - Viking

Blinded by chemicals coming from inside me

Black clouds of darkness

Oppressive and hovering — oh no

Overcome by depression, I’m a walking fatality

Crushing, can barely move

I don’t have the strength to scream

Enveloped by a force, I have no control

Consciousness of mine works against me

My brain screams, «Suicide!

Suicide!

Suicide!»

And it seems like an ideal opportunity

Worthlessness, abandonment

An orphan of all humanity

Quicksand from which there is no escape

Misfired connections inside my brain

There is no more hope for me than there is hope for any human being

Nothing can be right at all

It cannot be corrected

Doubled over

The pain it hurts in nonexistence

Enveloped by a force, I have no control

Consciousness of mine works against me

My brain screams, «Suicide!

Suicide!

Suicide!»

And it seems like an ideal opportunity

And it seems like an ideal opportunity

And it seems like an ideal opportunity