As long as I have conscience I've had a brittle bones Disease in my chest But not in the breastbone My heart is my disease I embrace the desolation While every piece of glass is Choking my veins I must find a way now Before I get insane Becoming violence! Conversion inside my mind! Destruction calls for the weakest Destruction is my escape In another concept of pain In another concept of pain In another concept of pain Why should I Keep trying to fight The struggle of my own life? So why should I keep trying? My soul's becoming now a Brittle bone... I need to end this and... Die! My being Becoming violence! Conversion Inside my mind! Destruction calls for the weakest Destruction is my escape In another concept of... Pain! In another concept of pain In another concept of ... Pain! Yeah! In another concept of Pain! Why should I Keep trying to fight The struggle of my own life? So why should I keep trying?