| [Pretext:
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| The codeine kicks in. I can’t keep awake
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| Charon, here are two coins to carry me across
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| I sacrifice dirty blood and swallow the spirit of God
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| I’m peering at the surface. |
| It’s gorging on me, gnashing my skin
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| Falling down… time to depart. |
| A created mistake to justify a need for
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| depression
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| Over my soul — seape a silent discharge of regrets
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| The water ripples… you of no repent, here I come
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| I execrate my vision here… The water is warm and I’m dozing off, bashed…]
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| — Självmord!
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| Euphoric state of abnormality
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| I reject the spectra of my past
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| Master Satan evoke my decay
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| Legions inside the ill-natured
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| Deny creation and be the one with the horned
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| Innocence lost when in contact with God
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| A bleak reality, false conception
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| The pain will persist until death takes me home
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| Life is numbered by every regret
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| Conception getting blurry
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| Interwoven in dreams of death
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| Of self-accusation and hate
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| Sterilize myself from the others
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| Awake my self-acceptance
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| I am what I am no knife can change that
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| The water is cold. |
| Awake… Alive!
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| With a ravenous discharge
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| A ravenous discharge… |