Falling Down

It's so sinister
Noone will administer
Any mercy to this blister
Of society
Sitting on this cold bench
Still coping with failure's stench
How my stomach does wrench
In the chamber I am read
By the minister with such dread
How for me Jesus bled
How I'd like to have my hands untied
Now led by men with stern expressions
To the room of my asphyxiation
But I am not afraid to die
Accept my fate, the time is nigh
Placed in this mercy seat I feel I could fly
The door is shut and my nostrils flare
They think they're God but I don't care
Behind I leave the despair
Falling out of life
Plummet into death
Hide from the knife
And embrace nothingness