I don’t want to speak of this I don’t want to hurt you I wanna see me crying, leave me to feel the empty I don’t want to face my existence I don’t try to be a coward perhaps I desire to die to escape of my decay my back is broken with all the problems hurts to see myself feeling of decay my back is broken with all the problems hurts to myself I desire to disapear I’m not important for anybody, sometimes I was it What I have got in 25 years? Who would remember me? I don’t live up to your expectations, in all aspects to life perhaps I desire to die to escape of my decay I’m the rotted king I’m not what you desire I’m not what you need decadence, decadence