24.08. 23
С 18:30 до 19:05

My troubled mind
Destroyed my soul
With creeping hands of mine

Those fingers bathed in blood
Fulfilling sense of death

The fingers dirt which smashed
Were born within a sin

The creeping sense of lies
Fulfilled by own mine tongues

The lies of mine desires
Were crawling from behind

Those dreams of my Desires
Were paths without an end

Just holes that full of lies
Diminishing a sense of hope

The holes from bullets
Forged in blood

Were done to me
Long time ago

Those bullets from a gun
With finger of my own
On trigger ready to be set
The bullet ready to be dealt

Like Belt around my neck
That’s whispering me lies
He’s ready to be stretched
He’s ready to be pulled

Like destiny be dealt
Like life be just a breath.
The last of corpse
within the loop.