Every night I try to disintoxicate myself
From this existence
Lacerating ...
It doesnt matter if internally
Or just my surface ...
I lacerate...
As everything becomes more pleasant
Little by little that the blood awakes my limbs
I understand my failure as a human being
Created for dying But not destined
To comprehend life
This melancholy that pervades my body
An arcane mortal call
In this perverse and cruel life
Lacerate..
My only way to feel myself alive
Is to be dead
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
