A minute closer to death I am
than I was a minute ago...
I've lost my hope
and time slowly kills
what I've raised within:
past memories I'll never find again;
lost love is written on the rain;
my life is heard upon the wind
but it will stop...
I'll endlessly fall
in the vortex of my thoughts.
The Devil left me,
he just turned away,
God never listens to the things I say.
Life... life, i think, has had enough of me
and Death will never set me free...
