Ice cold my veins are A shining light into this darken trap My lifes film playing before my eyes
While on my hand a splattered knife Caress my writsts vital liquid start to shep On black and the pictures slowly fading in black
I feel no pain I feel no recrets and a suicide machine I am Like a paranoid android going through a tunnel of time The warm blood suppenly frozen has come
Cold blood assassin of weak minds suicide is the final Step in my path Ritualistic offering to the elder ones Beyond the veil towards Kalis land
I feel no pain I feel no recrets and a suicide machine I am Like a paranoid android going through a tunnel of time The warm blood suppenly frozen has come