I still feel, my hurt skin Burn, your demons I want to try, to dream for a moment Every part, of this hell Pushing my body, to look near, this abyss I have painted the sun With the blood, of the innocent Tell me how could you bury my dreams? You killed them in the corner You gave me roses, covered in blood, In my dark and cold funeral From the inside you lie fucking bastard You are my enemy and my sorrow Insipid Inadequate to be born in the garbage How can i draw about time burning memories in the same place Smiling at death And blessing the living With the blood, of the innocent Tell me how could you bury my dreams? You killed them in the corner You gave me roses, covered in blood, In my dark and cold... funeral I can smell in this moment For the last time Your skin and bones on my grave This is a vision of the end of time Down in the darkness Dying from the inside This is a vision of the end of time Human without glory, destined to die