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