All my life I ve been trying to forget Emtiness that surrounds all my dreams Being lost in struggle I've never realised What is only one true meaning of my life to die...
All this years empty cold white days are pass In my dreams i cannot forsee the path What i am, why i am? Or this instinct to survive?
Count for three And I feel the misery Count for five And I will end my life
Please take the gun and make me bleed Cos' in this time its all I need!
What in this? What in this for me? All the lies, to hear, to feel and see Feel my soul, free my soul! Or I will do it myself!