[Hook : Ibiquitous] And place the blade on your neck And get a grip on your life Check your vital signs: It only takes a slip of the knife People committing suicide because they're driven to die So if you think that you could hack it You should give it a try [Verse 1] Some people actually practise it But never succeed And real depression's made of much more Than bad weather and weed Its an inhherited disease And you'd better believe That I'm aware of it I feel it tear at me Real is my need for therapy Arrogance is merely a mechanism for defence In carelessness You may mistake my pessemism for sense And so you've got to ask yourself "Is this as good as it gets?" I'm still consumed by countless acts of guilt I shouldn't regret I can't recall how many timed my faith's been put to the test How many times I knew the right from wrong And looked to left And There's a fine line that lies between a crook and his theft And it defines the differences between the good and the best And I wouldn't confess unless I was absolved of my crimes My cynicism decides on every fault that I find Maybbe you're right Depressions all in the mind So as I head for the exit my best suggestion is Don't follow behind [Hook] [x2]