Tortured by his own mind
Weak little human that he is
He cannot free himself
From this life full of lies
Happiness, joy, peace of mind...
Bitter deceits of this world
In his eyes
In his dreams
All hope is gone
Woeful.
No-one can save him from his demise
He cannot go deeper
Into the darkness of his soul
Embracing the reaper
Will finally free this fool
A dark room, no light to save him
An empty mind, A dying soul
The sweet release coming to get him
Slice open and drink until he's asleep
The sweet release, coming to get him
Slice open and drink until he's asleep
The sweet release...
The sweet release...
The sweet release...
Of Death.