Suicidal Tendencies
C-Lekktor Lyrics


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I still feel inside my skin
The blade cutting my flesh
I still see my bleeding wrist
It's staining all my clothes

I still hear my dying heart
Its beat is weaker and weaker
A silence has invaded this room
Witness on my decease

Can you stand the pain?
Can you try it again?
Have you ever felt the loneliness?
Can you change the fate?
Can you trust again?
Have you ever felt heartbroken?

I start to smell the scent of death
It is approaching me
My lips have dried, my mouth has shut
There’s nothing else to say

My time is over, I’m ready to go
I close my eyes, my body’s falling out

A last note has stained on with my own blood
Describing all my depression
A few words were written trying to explain
My pain, my failures, my fears

A tragic end for a wasted life
A sweet relief for a tortured mind
My body’s aching on the floor
Caused by a fatal injury

No one will ever be blamed for this
Nobody will be waiting me
No cry for me, no pray for me
My name will be forgotten

A last note has stained on with my own blood
Describing all my depression
A few words were written trying to explain
My pain, my failures, my fears

A last note has stained on with my own blood
Describing all my depression




A few words were written trying to explain
My pain, my failures, my fears

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of C-Lekktor's song "Suicidal Tendencies" describe the final moments of someone who has decided to end their own life. The singer still feels the physical pain of the blade cutting their skin and sees the evidence of their self-harm on their bleeding wrist and stained clothes. They hear their own dying heart and the silence that has overtaken the room as they approach death.


The chorus asks a series of questions that seem to address the listener directly, challenging them to empathize with the singer's pain and loneliness. The verses continue to describe the physical and emotional sensations of dying, including the smell of death and the drying of the singer's lips. The lyrics portray a sense of resignation and acceptance of their fate, as the singer writes a last note to explain their depression, pain, failures, and fears.


Overall, the lyrics of "Suicidal Tendencies" convey a sense of hopelessness and despair, emphasizing the tragic consequences of untreated mental illness and the importance of seeking help and support.


Line by Line Meaning

I still feel inside my skin
The pain and hurt that once caused wounds are still vividly present within me.


The blade cutting my flesh
I'm reminded of the self-inflicted harm and violence I subjected myself to.


I still see my bleeding wrist
The physical, visible manifestation of my emotional turmoil won't let me forget the damage I've done.


It's staining all my clothes
The evidence of my pain and despair is irreversible, woven into the fabric of everything I own.


I still hear my dying heart
My heart, once so full of life and zest, is now weak and weary, struggling to keep going.


Its beat is weaker and weaker
The rhythm of my heart is slowing down, marking the end of my life and struggle.


A silence has invaded this room
My world has drawn to a close, and a stillness echoes through the emptiness around me.


Witness on my decease
I'm alone in my final moments, the only one to bear witness to my own death.


Can you stand the pain?
Are you strong enough to withstand the suffering and agony that I've endured?


Can you try it again?
Would you be willing and brave enough to go through this all over again?


Have you ever felt the loneliness?
Have you, too, experienced the searing emptiness and detachment that accompanies utter isolation?


Can you change the fate?
Do you think you could rewrite and alter the cruel destiny that led me to this point?


Can you trust again?
Would you be willing to let yourself be vulnerable again, despite the ways in which you've been hurt before?


Have you ever felt heartbroken?
Have you lived through the heart-wrenching devastation of shattered hopes and dreams?


I start to smell the scent of death
The distinctive aroma of mortality has started to fill the air around me.


It is approaching me
Death, once a distant concept, looms ever closer like an inevitable force.


My lips have dried, my mouth has shut
The finality of death has taken its toll on my physical being, resulting in a complete loss of vital functions.


There’s nothing else to say
All words feel meaningless and empty in the face of impending death.


My time is over, I’m ready to go
The end is nigh, and I'm prepared to face it with a mixture of resignation and acceptance.


I close my eyes, my body’s falling out
In my final moments, I grant myself the small mercy of closing my eyes before I pass on.


A last note has stained on with my own blood
The last remnants of my life force have been put to use in leaving a message behind for those I'll be leaving behind.


Describing all my depression
I leave behind a haunting testament to the depths of my mental anguish and despair.


A few words were written trying to explain
In my final moments, I made one last attempt to offer some explanation for what led to my self-inflicted demise.


My pain, my failures, my fears
The reasons for my tragic end are inextricably linked to the negative influences that plagued my life and led me to spiral into a deep, dark hole of despair.


A tragic end for a wasted life
My passing marks the end of a life that was ultimately defined by profound disappointment, wasted potential, and crushing disillusionment.


A sweet relief for a tortured mind
There's a sense of liberation that accompanies this ending. For all the suffering I experienced, I'm finally free from the pain and turmoil that consumed me.


My body’s aching on the floor
The final stages of my body's decomposition are now in full swing, signaling the irrevocable end of my existence.


Caused by a fatal injury
The catalyst for my passing was the devastating wound I inflicted upon myself, the physical manifestation of my internal struggles and pain.


No one will ever be blamed for this
Ultimately, my passing is a reflection of my own inner demons and the ways in which I was unable to overcome them. No one else is at fault for what happened to me.


Nobody will be waiting me
In the aftermath of my passing, there will be no one who mourns me or remembers me fondly. My name and memory will quickly fade away.


No cry for me, no pray for me
I depart from this world with no fanfare or ritual. There will be no tears shed or blessings given in my name.


My name will be forgotten
In life, I struggled to find meaning and purpose. Now that I'm gone, I'll fade away into oblivion, just another name that no one remembers.




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