كلمات Death

When sanity is the part where everyone dreams When love is one's hate and pain full of screams Then death is the gift won over the man In thousands of years hunting human klan Let the generated mind collapse Let the generated mind collapse In overlaod and the millenium debts Enter the virtual decease and give it a kiss, a kiss of your cursed bliss Let it feel the joy of unconsciousness and freedom where it hurts And find the words to explain your hollow point of view Because there will never be no one who will paint the pain like you do Suffering is the most beautiful loss af them all stuck between the primitive and cyber control unspeakable are the wounds of those who always pay the price to those to whom they serve as human clay They were always so proud, too proud to survive While knowing it was always to hard to stay alive