Every night I try to disintoxicate myself From this existence Lacerating ... It doesn't matter if internally Or just my surface ... I lacerate... As everything becomes more pleasant Little by little that the blood awakes my limbs I understand my failure as a human being Created for dying ... But not destined To comprehend life This melancholy that pervades my body An arcane mortal call In this perverse and cruel life Lacerate. My only way to feel myself alive ... Is to be dead