I were the slave to the dark side of my consciousness and my body It grows in me when i`m going angry it blinds me like the light from hell or the fallen sparks I want to kill you hardly Then i will close your eyes
I can feel the rage which is closed in me Now i see there is no... There is nothing left for me Now i see its a dark, dark side of... now i see there is emptyness in me
There is no escape from the your side of Illusions and ideals that you create and try to correspond them It all had to be so fucked up My death to me is just transition From this cruel world to other inhibition
I can feel the rage which is closed in me Now i see there is no... There is nothing left for me Now i see its a dark, dark side of... now i see there is emptyness in me