| Chill is dripping silently,
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| I am drowning in myself.
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| My hope has left me alone and barren,
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| my grave — the only loving place.
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| I hate my own loathsome smell,
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| this stench and old-age and maledorous fear.
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| How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly
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| existing deep inside of me…
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| I cannot bear the sun so I close me eyes,
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| it is the perfect day to end this wretched life.
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| Give me the reason to life so that I might laugh
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| at least I’ll try in bitterness…
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| Stop the waiting, the cruel waiting for nothing.
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| All I want is to forget, finally
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| in Sleep of Death…
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| I could die just like a christian.
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| I could fade away in sleep
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| but I want to die for someone,
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| for the one who waits for me.
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| I long to be a sacrifice for the Lord,
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| my Lord of the Darkest Side.
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| Everyday is a perfect day, a perfect day for suicide!!!
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| Deliver me from the mindless crowd
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| when steps grow dumb behind my back.
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| Save me from their poisoned locks
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| harassing like daggers through my neck…
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| Here, where it’s like hell to exist
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| only Death can bring salvation.
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| Please, release me from my chains that crucify me to my eternal tribulation.
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| Here, where even my own image is spitting,
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| where I have to hide my face.
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| Where the distress seems so endlessly,
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| in this god-forsaken place…
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| In a former time in a long forgotten place,
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| when the masks and the faces had been identical twins.
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| As our sanctuaries were locked to hypocritical lies
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| now befouled they lay bare as they stalked in so well gisguised…
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| Suicide, sweet suicide
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| deepest darkness veils my eyes…
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| Suicide, sweet suicide
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| jet-black darkness clouds my mind…
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| Suicide, sweet suicide
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| Deepest darkness in my heart…
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| Suicide, sweet suicide
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| my unclean soul, I know no light… |