Before death becomes me

Did I tell you that I am scared?
For I am still growing larger
And yet I'm fading away.
Like a icepick
On a cusp of a sunny day.

Did I tell you that I cried today?
When I weighed the measure
Of my existence.
This societal scale?
The more I am, the less I stand.

Did I explain how I yelled?
For I am still unable to
See the different lives.
That keeps me
Walking on the edge of a knife.

And then there are all these different stages of being.
I engorge in this death for I'm the one that keeps on bleeding.

So excuse me, I am scared that you are killing me.
I have lost the will to feel encumbrant and free.
I hide myself under these layers of me.
So why can't you wake up and be the one to see?
Before death becomes me.
Before death becomes me.

Your illogical interference
With the life that I am leading
Stems from that notion
That you're right, I'm wrong.
So you put the thing in motion

Where you keep ignoring
Everything that I am.
And when I answer with silence,
I am to blame,
My unwillingness unlicensed.

Well sorry I was too fat to take on any more feeling on guilt.
There are too many in this wall that you've build.
I wish I didn't blame you....

So excuse me, I am scared that you are killing me.
I have lost the will to feel encumbrant and free.
I hide myself under these layers of me.
So why can't you wake up and be the one to see?
Before death becomes me.
Before death becomes me

So excuse me, I am scared that you are killing me.
I have lost the will to feel encumbrant and free.
I hide myself under these layers of me.
So why can't you wake up and be the one to see?
Before death becomes me.
Before death becomes me

One day I will release the shackles around my ankles
And you'll put one around my neck.
And when I turn around to release my wrist,
You will stab me in the back.
When I see to it that the bloodflow stops,
You will twist my words,
Turn them into little bullets,
For your gun to unfurl.
Will you shoot me, just because you can't say sorry?
Don't you wanna say sorry, before you shoot me,
Dead?
Unable to answer back?
And say that I forgive?

So excuse me, I am scared that you are killing me.
I have lost the will to feel encumbrant and free.
I hide myself under these layers of me.
So why can't you wake up and be the one to see?
Before death becomes me.
Before death becomes me

So excuse me, I am scared that I won't forgive.
Before I stop losing the will to live.
I hide myself under these layers, rigid and stiff.
So why can't you wake up and stop the push that you give?
Before the fall of the cliff.
Before the edge of the cliff.