Through rough and painful snatches
Of an axe cut life,
Old demons try to take place.
All his life, spinning on endless and tortured roads,
Every day in his loss, passenger,
He strokes and sinks,
Into the tracks of time.
Hoping to see the end after each step.
Can you feel the rain through your veins?
But the clock is like this,
Warped sex that defiles our bruised flesh.
Leaving us with our bleeding scars.
Try to close the doors
That snap you into regrets.
Get rid of those plagues that control you.
Get rid of this fucking life that spits on your face.
Now too old,
Your life is a wound too much rotten.
Life is a fall.
Since the first scream,
You’re diving.
Life is a fall,
Since the first scream,
Why did you try to rise?
