I worth less than the coin lost in the ground
Less than the bitch who tries to make you fall down
And I stay in this way that I create
To feel better for a moment but at the end I'm flickering
Forced to live this awful times, that I would like to burn
With my history, with my pain. It's always the same
Burrow me deep into the mud
So I can barely hear, my own thinking of leaving everything
Burrow me deep into the mud
We are the kindled ones
Craving ourselves to melt
And that's the payout for our sickness
(I wanna give my own hands freedom)
We are the kindled ones
Craving ourselves to melt
And that's the payout for our sickness
If I'm still unable to push the beat of my heart, I will use the fingers to push my neck harder
I feel pity, I feel rage
No dignity for the strays
Go away
If I'm still unable to stop the beat of my heart, I will use the fingers to push my neck harder
I feel pity, I feel rage
No dignity for the strays
Take the gallow, my old friend
And make me suffer, step by step