In the World.. of Cold Stones. Inherit of the Past.. Tortured by myself.. Time goes fast..
Cut myself, long time ago.. Time runs behind me, Running from Pain - Through and Through.
In the World of Dead Bodys and Pain.. Depressive future just came.. Life passes by... Pain.. in .. every.. reason to die..
You're feeling Pain in a dead, cold World. You're feeling Pain in every part of your Soul. You're feeling those fucking sacraments of things you are not supposed to be.