Taste of Suicide
Dimestore Hoods Lyrics

Tears fall down the window...
Crying so much that tears start streaming down the windowpane.

Another lonely night,
Yet another night spent in solitude and sadness.

Staring down a barrel...
Looking straight into the barrel of a loaded gun.

A loaded .45,
Referring to the specific type of gun, a .45 caliber handgun.

And who are my friends today...
Feeling lost and unsure of who your true friends are.

Just a face in this masquerade,
Everyone around you seems to be hiding their true selves, putting on a fake persona.

Well I'm in love with nothing,
Feeling empty and unfulfilled, with nothing to fall in love with or feel passionate about.

A taste of suicide...
The urge for self-harm or suicide is becoming more tempting.

It burns me to the ground...
Feeling overwhelmed and consumed by the pain and sadness, as if it's burning you from the inside out.

It rules me with a frown...
The despair and hopelessness seems to control and dominate everything, like a scowling ruler.

Save my soul... not again,
Asking for help or salvation, because you've been in this dark place before and don't want to go through it again.

All that's dead inside you,
Feeling like a part of you has died or become numb, leaving you feeling hollow and empty.

Face my fault like a friend,
Accepting responsibility for the things you've done wrong, and treating it like a friend instead of an enemy.

Oh no... I wish I never met you,
Regretting having met someone or gone through a certain experience.

Raised on this apathy,
Having grown up in an environment or society where people are indifferent and unfeeling towards others.

That's in the air,
The overall mood or atmosphere is one of disinterest and disconnection.

I've seen the end...
Having already experienced rock bottom or the worst-case scenario.

Faces in the mirror,
Seeing different versions of yourself in the mirror, perhaps reflecting different emotions or states of mind.

Of a tired man,
Feeling exhausted and worn out, with nothing left to give.

Longing for the freedom,
Desperately wanting to be free from the pain and constraints of this existence.

Waiting in my hand,
Feeling like the freedom or solution is right there within reach, but unable to grasp it.

And what would my mother say,
Wondering how your loved ones would react if they knew what you were going through or what you were about to do.

When they lower me in the grave,
Thinking about your own death and the aftermath of it.

Raised on insanity,
Being brought up or conditioned to act in an insane or irrational way.

I fear the silent cries,
Being afraid of the inner turmoil and suffering that is being kept hidden from the world.

Cold chill through the wily night, I won't...
Experiencing a sense of coldness and dread that won't go away, no matter what you do.

Be brave day to day now kid,
Encouraging oneself to be courageous and face the challenges of each day, despite the difficulties.

I don't... fear to see the end...
Having become so numb or desensitized that the idea of death or the end doesn't evoke fear anymore.