we are looking for something that has already found us
we see nothing but death all round us
when a candle burns at both ends
how can you ever say you will be free again
no were to excape
no way to tell what real or fake
this whole life must be a mistake
were in madness is it ever said
that we shell follow the dead
when is it enough
enough of the shit that makes us give up
were in life is it ever writen
that a man that a man can not speek his mind without being stricken
stricken down like a dog
and left to rot in the dence fog
in time
you will see the life that is mine
no more happy
no more free
i have killed all thats true inside of me
for you