| My Last Journey |
|---|
| Without noticing the pouring rain |
| I sliced my wrist with my knife |
| I couldn’t ignore the endless pain |
| The last thing in my dreary life |
| «Dark clouds filled the open sky |
| My heart was filled with hate |
| I bent down on my knees and cried |
| Is this really my fate?» |
| «I'll never again see the sun rise |
| Cause now I’m in my eternal bed |
| Death is so sweet and nice |
| And I enjoy being dead» |
| On this, my last journey |
