At the time of my last pain I scream, so l can run away What I see in front of me Is only the reflection of my insanity
Throwing me to the present Alone almost in despair My head throws itself against the Wall Making my blood flow free of me To be born again, it'll be a sad Destiny To seek death when it's inside of Myself I throw up trying to put it out I try to sleep sitting on the cold Ground
Reminders from the past Repulsion of the present Fear of the future Septic Schizo (X3)
Stained by blood on the face I see that my life goes by in front of Me As an old movie. I feel not proud of Anything I've done I scorn myself with anguish
My nerves are blowing Inside of me my skin burns I sink my toes on the ground I wanna quit; but I don't wanna enter Another place
I'm marked and wounded, the Decaying of My thoughts The rotten smell on my skin The cold body, thrown and forgotten I can see things, but I'm blinded to The world . . .