Hour of pleasure instead year of life, You pay too much for your sweet death. You erase your mind, erase yourself. You on the edge, emptiness ahead.
You're damned, you're forgotten for all, Only ghostly visions front your eyes. You have threw your life on outrage, You've found your illusive paradise.
You don't want realize your position, Your main enemy is yourself. You so like this self-intoxication, And dance on the knife-blade with death.
You can't arise from your abyss, Your blood became poison and black. Demons laugh at you in the shadows - Your death will be edification for mooncalf.
This sweet poison makes you mad, Fictive pleasure and slowly death. You like a slave and no salvation, Your aim self-eradication.