Suicidal Hour

Near the insanity I feel my soul exposed
To the hate that rises in me erases the reason
For which I must rebel against my existence
I scream with fury “sacrifice this mortal life”
My being starts to spoil, my sight distorts the hope
The lack of blood allows my head to dellate
Without turning back I start my ritual
This perfect fucking crime will be against me

Drowning in my own being
Questions of what I used to be
(Questions of what I used to be)
As I am dying in this agony, I think
If this rope could free my suffering
Violation of my so called rights
Cold instance obsessive yearning of a true life
Those remaining seconds of emotions can’t heal this doubt
The ruins of a sad life, away has gone

Drowning in my own being
Questions of what I used to be
No one could brought me down (only me)
Wings of suicide forever free