Unfulfilled, undesired Feed the flames of the funeral pyre Left out from love Like the dog I am Solitude, eternal torture You could not understand I've got nothing left I've gotta end it all Better that than live life bereft Nothing fucking here for me but misery But why should I die? Why should I be the one to pay the price And the shallow whores survive? I looked into your souls, I saw right through A day of reckoning has come for you ♪ When I become death, I become God As I take life, I strike a red chordㅤ When I become death, I become God As I take life, I strike a red chord Red chord