This is the last point The moment to choose Which way to destroy it And which is reborn... And loose! All the things That i've got After years of depression When I’m gone Give space For my aggression!
This is the last point The moment to choose I create it For my sober My somber Reality...
This "X - BLACK - X" town Where all the dead people... Came for one thing To tell you That you’re one of us!
This is the simple things To bury us Under tonnes of lies Under hopes and cries
(When all the dead people!) This suffering... Poison in my lungs! This suffering… Poison in my blood!