Steer them inside right through me, knives of my fate
Soul that sinned of silence, ready to embrace
No reason left for me to sit and wait for my time to come, I'm surrounded by
Countless bodies rotting yet to see the light of day
Every waking hour we dig our graves deeper, no hope left to live
Silent suicides the consequence of this darkness we brought upon us,
In my land of uncertainty
Stuck in my head like a nightmare, faces from my past
d**h to my loved ones, life became my misery, set me free
Every waking hour we dig our graves deeper, no hope left to live
You curse me in my land for the last time, done being a product of society,
This time you die!