| Tieing my own noose, digging my own grave
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| They told me do it before it is too late
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| Pale faces in the night told me the truth about life
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| They told me facts that I could not deny
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| Picking flowers for my own funeral
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| Building the coffin to sleep in
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| Sharpening the blade to slash my own throat
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| Loading the gun to blow my head off
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| Twisted faces in (my dream)
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| Screaming out their (hatred)
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| Ill-being (inside me)
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| Will they never leave me be
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| Gloomy figures in (my mind)
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| Crying out their (despair)
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| These parasites in (my head)
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| Will never set me free
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| Peeling my own skin, looking inside, deep inside
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| Searching for something, that lies inside
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| Deep inside, in my mind
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| Pale faces in disquise, told the lies, in my mind
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| Warned me about that day, which would arrive in time
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| Screaming like hell in my own inner cell
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| Blood so gently flowing down
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| Hurting myself to wake up from this dream
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| Ir is it so mindless coz it"s real |