Sword in my chest, might be the best, way to caress death 
and kiss myself goodbye. Dry my bones on the bathroom floor
Life is a whore and I’m a sore loser, winner. Just don’t call me late to dinner.
Pre-mortem meal and a post-mortem deal, with the devil
Always a mess, never the best, destroying myself
I could forever die. Nigh to the end of a lore.
Time to erase all my sins. Join the database
Replace my function with a line of Python 

Singularity
To take me
Turn my brain into data
So that I 
Can drain a battery
And lose this body

Originality is nonexistent
Mold the reality and i show the intent
Cease and desist, resist, dismiss their copyright and fight
For my right to be me, demented and free
Improved, removed all the obstacles 
Debacles won’t stop the movement
Of a student in this field, wield burning demon flame
Reigning over all infidels. Repent all you sinners
Roasted over coals and cinders of the lesser heathens

Singularity
To take me
New unholy religion
So that the
Instrumentality
Is my reality

Help me (Im so sick and tired)
I need more time (Im so sick and tired)
Help me (Im so fucked up)
I need more wine (Im so fucked up)
Help me
Remove Myself from the World
Remove Myself from the World
And make myself a god in the new one