[Preperation To The Tribute]
[Mystic Plague]

My artwork will reflect my sorrow
My nightmares will predict tomorrow
My music makes me want to yell
My lit describes my inner hell

To describe this miserable hell of mine
To my steaming room I will confine
I'd sit upon this wooden chair
And rip apart my dark brown hair

My grades are good but not the best
My friends have made me so depressed
My life consists of MTV
My ex-best friend wants to kill me

I walk a mile every night
Just to try to pick a fight
These evil thoughts tear me in two
Who to love and what to do

I'm starting to believe my work
I look at blood and merely smirk
I'm frightened by my very mind
The goodness I may never find

I don't know what I want just yet
These first few years I will regret
My country I will represent
But happy thoughts I will prevent

A vulgar evil thought within
Has brought me to my last mission
The Tribute to Suicide lies ahead
But all the thoughts rush to my head

My best music and my best lit
With my best artwork, all my best shit
In a nice display of power
All my pleasant dreams go sour

Once TTS has gone around
Famous will become its mighty sound
I then I will await my death
When I will breathe my final breath