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I have 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, if 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 a 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 kill my hopes!
I kill myself, for this foretaste of ruins or just a glimpse of light
Ascending like a star, I've discovered 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? Just failed to live…
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