So many wasted years of futile
Veins full of sh*t
So many joints is smoked
Absinthe fills my head
Lying on the cold ground
Staring into the emptiness
Must search for some knife
To caress my weak flesh
I'm down again..
Alone in despair...
The Suffering has finished
By the blade of solitude
Let the blood runs red
All over my lifeless body
...My wounded and lifeless body