Coffin For Happiness

Sword in a breast
Fear and horror
From inside
Corrode your flesh
Worm of doubts
Will drink your blood
Down to the hell the day is rotting
In the throat the metal is heated
You are not like others anymore
Everything you want can change

You don't exist in the world of dreams
Staff of acts in the swollen veins
Only night in your fate
You yourself change the changes.

The heat in orbit means alive
The insults are not forgiven
The nerres are not breaken
With them you destroy the walls of life