I gave myself one, two,
three years Preferred to hide from all of my fears My brain
will bleed right out my ears Cannot believe I am a volunteer
I crave the sweet release of death
Heavy weight dragging in my chest
Will I choke on my final last breath?
Will they even let me lay me to rest?
My days now are distressingly numbered
This clock's ticking is my source of comfort Is it peaceful?
I've always wondered
Yearning for an endless slumber
Deadline
When I'm dead will I still be lying?
Heart of lead yet somehow I'm crying In my bed while I lay here dying
Hands are tied but I'm still fighting Filled with dread this is
terrifying Words unsaid,
hear what I'm implying My deathbed is electrifying VERSE TWO:
Three years, that's the line I drew But it doesn't happen right on
cue I thought to myself - see how you do Maybe you'll even make it
through It's not attention that I seek I'm not naïve and I'm not weak
Call me insane, say I'm a freak All I know is my future is bleak I'm
not an artist, I'm not a painter These lines that I draw aren't even
on paper This drug that I take I'll never get high I'll wear these
bracelets till the day I die CHORUS:
Deadline When I'm dead will I still be lying?
Heart of lead yet somehow I'm crying In my bed while I lay here dying
Hands are tied but I'm still fighting Filled with dread this is
terrifying Go ahead,
nothing wrong with trying My deathbed is
electrifying [Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock] Deadline

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