Gravitational Constant: G = 6.67 x 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³ gm⁻¹ sec⁻²
[I. Unjustifiable Existence]
One, two, three, four
I don't wanna live no more
Well, I've got no more reason to live
And I've got no more love to give
Tonight's the night, I'll paint the town red
I'll put another hole through my head
Unjustifiable (Existence)
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable (Existence)
Unjustifiable (Existence)
Now I feel the weight of a world on my back
I've seen the future, the future looks black
It's what I must do, I've no reservations
Ain't talkin' 'bout self-preservation
Unjustifiable (Existence)
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable (Existence)
Unjustifiable (Existence)
(Gravity)
(Crushing me)
(Gravity)
Crushing me
Crushing me
Crushing me
[II. Gravitational Acceleration (Due to Gravity) - 980cm⁻² sec]
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Yeah, I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (Gravity) is you
Unjustifiable (Existence)
Unjustifiable
Unjustifiable (Existence)
Unjustifiable (Existence)
(Gravity)
(Crushing me)
(Gravity)
Crushing me
Crushing me
Crushing me
[III. Antimatter: Electromechanical Psychedelicosis]
[Bones breaking and Peter Steele moaning in pain]
[IV. Requiem for a Soulless Man]
I got a problem, a problem with hate
I can't go on dragging this weight
A cold steel hand that won't let go
Acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
With bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can't help asking, "Who's got the key?"
When I know damned well it's me
I ain't hinting for sympathy
I'm used to dealing with apathy
The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
Just wish me better luck next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths?
You think I'm insane, but I have no regrets
One more time won't matter, no question
Suicide is self-expression