| The instinctive hope faded, all causes lost
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| Repeated fatalities erased all sense of will
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| Nothing pleased me, I longed for loneliness
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| Alone with my visionary dreams of darkness
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| Surrounded by failure, my mind bleeds with bitterness
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| I’m let down by life, how can I go on
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| All my thoughts gathered, I concentrate on dying
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| Impure speculations rise within to dominate
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| These thoughts are suicidal breeding on deep depression
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| I’m ruled by this wicked urge to perish, end this living lie
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| Convinced I want to die, I put my theory in practice
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| Convinced, I put my theory in practice
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| Crossing the border between present and non-existent
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| Plunging into an eerie abstract dimension
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| Though I’m carnally gone, depression remains
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| Let down by life and deceived by death
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| I can’t free my soul from the failures
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| Out of reach from myself, cannot touch, no longer feel
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| Arguments for the cosmic creation
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| Pathetic, end this living lie
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| Convinced I want to die, I put my theory in practice
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| Convinced, I put my theory in practice |