Mungkin aku sudah bosan Dengan s'gala basa-basi Lifestyle, obsession and damnation Freewill, prostitution, fornication Mungkin aku tak peduli Suatu saat akan mati Dope mine, drug illusion to stratosphere Angel dust, modern syndrome fantasy Yeah, to stratosphere… Yeah, fantasy Some people sold their soul to be damned To get the grosses up on those fake happiness Even though life will began after death Some people sold their soul to be damned Don't shed any tears for me, too much sins for me to confess I'm just too dirty to bow-down myself Put to death in fear or purity I've tried to escape before But it seemed temptations blocks my way out forever I've dried my tears for all my faults But I still can't stop this sins addiction ever This body needs to fight the enemy I breed inside Many things in this life need to be done before I die Mungkin aku sudah bosan dengan segala basa-basi Mungkin aku tak peduli suatu saat akan mati Seharusnya ku berhenti dan tak pernah ingin kembali Semestinya kupaksakan walau sakit ini takkan hilang Tolong TUHAN, lepaskan aku Dari semua yang menjauhkanku dari Mu Tolong TUHAN, izinkan aku Suatu saat mati hanya di jalan Mu