I always see the face of death Its shadows cover every inch of this vomitous place I always fill the emptiness That's left when someone dies in agony I feel no pain — my heart is cold The everlasting flame is dead But I believe that you can save me Save me and then forsake me Bury your god, bury your blood Bury your soul, bury yourself I always face the worst of plagues My life is like a TV screen The prime time is fulfilled with filth So is the rest broadcast And even when I sleep I see these hideous crimes They never make me calm I feel like mesmerized No longer I believe that all my past was bright So is the vision of the present I have an urgent need to tell the truth, so I confess The stress is forcing me to feel the guilty pleasure To feel the pleasure caused by death There is no need to make a crime, I only have to gaze I have to gaze and recognize new ways atrocity is made Forsake me