I Buried Myself At The Edge Of The Sky [The Seven States Of Mourning]
I've been isolated like a contagious patient by those who live never understandin' life and dyin' without tryin'to know death... like if it shouldn't touch'em
Only who knows suffering could rise above the weak and the naive so anyone that has known pain will be like a cancerous cell... always prepared to activate...
A human expect only to die let the blade penetrates the flesh let the blood warms the skin while everything dissolve
times goes deadly you grow up prematurely life become a slow death unnecessary distress only death could heal i want to lose all my earthly marks and disappear between the clouds buried forever at the edge of the sky