There is no life
for someone like me
who wander the paths of hell
in between nightmares waves
I was born among the dry people
and I think I will die when they eat my last bones
the cruel hiena sleep besides me
is a heart less animal from the dark side
a twisted mind, selfish and eager for low pleasures
there is no life for me
or roads to other journeys
Im the job´s encarnation of God
but Im still not good enough to play his part
Im burning
Im buzzing with the flames of hell
dancing over the knife sharp
and my blood is fallen to the unknown
But is too late
too late to get away
Im going down,
Im going visiting mocking birds of the night
I can only unplug myself
shut down my conscious to be blind enough
to sleep my body and feel nothing
in time, every pain will be sleeping with the rest of me
