Losing the Will to Die
Wish I could feel like people feel
Wish I didn’t have a heart
That sits like a stone in its jail of bones
Ready to be ripped apart
But yesterday I felt a funny thing
Maybe you know why
I’m losing the will,
losing the will to die
I thought I was done, I was way beyond
The solace of the sight of land
No flash of distress in the blackness
Everything beautifully planned
But suddenly I see searchlights
Maybe you know why
I’m losing the will,
losing the will to die
I’ve got pills and poisons,
hosepipes, knives
and ropes in rich supply
But the notes I wrote are mouldy
and the inkwell’s going dry
Cos I’m losing the will,
losing the will to die
Hooray! Hooray! It’s Saturday
Time to tie the noose
All praise to you and your savagery
The rope has another use
So happy that I’ve got an aim in life
Maybe you know why
I’m losing the will,
losing the will to die.