Silverchair

Suicidal dream I dream about, how it’s gonna end,approaching me quicklyLeaving a life a fear,I only want my mind to be clearPeople making fun of me,for no reason but jealousyI fantasize about my death,I kill myself from holding my breathMy suicidal dream,voices telling me what to doMy suicidal dream,I’m sure you will get yours tooHelp…

Ana’s song Please die AnaFor as long as you’re here we’re notYou make the sound ofLaughter and sharpened nails seem softerAnd I need you now somehowAnd I need you now somehowOpen fire on the needs designedOn my knees for youOpen fire on my knees desiresWhat I need from youImagine a pageantIn my head the flesh…