I...
I see the gaping wound in your shallow inside
Each night you pray for quick and painless d**h
Your soul is raped in the cell of awareness
You hide the truth and you know it`s wrong
Cursed!
You bow your head with fear and I can hear you weeping
I hear the howling-dark funeral march
And when all the voices become silent
The rope is waiting for your neck
Cursed!