Near the insanity I feel my soul exposed to the hate that rises in me erases the reason For which I must rebel against my existence I scream with fury "sacrifice this mortal life". My being starts to spoil, my sight distorts the hope the lack of blood allows my head to dellate Without turning back I start my ritual this perfect f**ing crime will be against me. Drowning in my own being Questions of what I used to be. (Questions of what I used to be) As I am dying in this agony, I think if this rope could free my suffering. Violation of my so called rights cold instance obsessive yearning of a true life Those remaining seconds of emotions can't heal this doubt the ruins of a sad life, away has gone. Drowning in my own being Questions of what I used to be No one could brought me down (only me) Wings of suicide forever free.