I've buried my joy and faith, those deceitful delusions nAnd thus I've found a way to purify my mind from desolation nnWhat could I gain but suffering and deception, if innocence is lost? nThere is no cure for this tainted desire, when everything was done nnI am nothing but frustration, I end my life with no regrets nAnd, falling on my knees, I' m still waiting to find redemption nnThere is no cure for this tainted desire to expurgate the pain out of my head nnMy flesh is cold, I feel no pain – the bitter art of dying fast nA shroud of frost cover my skin - my bleeding soul's now lifeless nnThe barrel of gun against my head is like a promise to nRelease my fears on a wall of concrete: what a fine day to extinct nnWhat could I gain but suffering and deception, if innocence is lost? nThere is no cure for this tainted desire to expurgate the pain out of my head nnMy flesh is cold, I feel no pain – the bitter art of dying fast nA shroud of frost cover my skin - my bleeding soul's 's now lifeless nnWhat is existence but a relentless demise? nTo live is to die, with no absolution nNothing could be saved, my heart is dry, I bury my ego and chock on my hopes nI've cursed myself for this foretaste of ruins or just a glimpse of light nAscending like a star I've discovered mortality nnMy flesh is cold, I feel no pain – the bitter art of dying fast nA shroud of frost cover my skin – my bleeding soul' s now lifeless nnAm I the one to blame? nIf I've failed to live (just failed to live)