| I’ve buried my joy and faith
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| Those deceitful delusions
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| And thus I’ve found a way
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| To purify my mind from desolation
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| What could I gain but suffering and deception
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| If innocence is lost?
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| There is no cure for this tainted desire
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| When everything was done
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| I am nothing but frustration
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| I end my life with no regrets
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| And, falling on my knees
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| I’m still waiting to find redemption
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| There is no cure for this tainted desire
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| To expurgate the pain out of my head
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| My flesh is cold, I feel no pain —
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| The bitter art of dying fast
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| A shroud of frost cover my skin —
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| My bleeding soul is lifeless
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| The barrel of gun against my head
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| Is like a promise to
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| Release my fears on a wall of concrete:
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| What a fine day to extinct
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| What could I gain but suffering and deception
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| If innocence is lost?
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| There is no cure for this tainted desire
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| To expurgate the pain out of my head
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| My flesh is cold, I feel no pain —
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| The bitter art of dying fast
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| A shroud of frost cover my skin —
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| My bleeding soul is lifeless
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| What is existence but a relentless demise?
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| To live is to die, with no absolution
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| Nothing could be saved, my heart is dry
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| I bury my ego and choke my hopes
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| I’ve cursed myself
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| For this foretaste of ruins or just a glimpse of light
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| Ascending like a star I’ve discovered my own mortality
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| My flesh is cold, I feel no pain —
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| The bitter art of dying fast
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| A shroud of frost cover my skin —
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| My bleeding soul is lifeless
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| Am I the one to blame If I’ve failed to live? |