I feel that there is something
Wicked deep in my mind
I feel that there is something
Hatred that drives me insane
I feel that my soul
Is polluted and ready to die
I realize that no one
Could help me to feel alive
Why are you here?
I need no help from you
Why am I here?
There's nothing left to do...
Run, better if you run away from me
Get safe for the night
Hope, hope that someone there
Will save you from me
Turn, turn your eyes away from my sight
I'll make you get blind
I'll hypnotize you and your soul
And make you my slave
Why are you here?
I need no help from you
Why am I here?
There's nothing left to do...
WHY... STILL ALIVE?
WHY... AM I ALIVE?