from the words of Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell,

Blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl,

Year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here. 

Wish you were here - Pink Floyd, 1975

Die die die

Those who think they're saints dive right into hell
Sinners on the other hand have a chance of redemption
I know I'm a sinner but I'm not sure of my chances
Bitterness floods my blood
Depression sinks deep in my bowels
I think of forty ways to kill myself happier
Each way shows me the end but not the destination
I'm sorry for being unhappy all the time
but it seems days just don't get any better
If there is a way of escape, won't it come sooner
Perhaps an unworthy soul like mine should die slower