Tortured by his own mind Weak little human that he is He cannot free himself From this life full of lies Happiness, joy, peace of mind... Bitter deceits of this world In his eyes In his dreams All hope is gone Woeful. No-one can save him from his demise He cannot go deeper Into the darkness of his soul Embracing the reaper Will finally free this fool A dark room, no light to save him An empty mind, A dying soul The sweet release coming to get him Slice open and drink until he's asleep The sweet release, coming to get him Slice open and drink until he's asleep The sweet release... The sweet release... The sweet release... Of Death.