I can't remember
My good days of joy have been forgotten
Leaving in this place a void and filling it with emptiness
Hearing the horrible noise of people breathing while they talk
In the wake of this hideous act
I want to hurt them
My hands will choke them
They are not real
My mind is broken
The thirst is coming
They are not here
They are not real
I can't remember the green old days
They've been torn apart or been replaced
With no control
Unholy ghouls
Will they slit my throat?
Synapsis a bit damaged by the symptoms of abstinence
How can I revert this?
Why didn't I prevent it?
Sick, neglected, infected
By swallowing all my pride and dying with the others
Can I go any lower?
If this is the end I'll give you in exchange of my dirty soul
Something good for the unknown
Please someone help me to die
I am the tune of the psychos
A theme for the misfortune
The symphony of this cycle
The melody of an endless hell