Letra de Ill-Life

Boredom breeds my despair, lovely stench in the air Awfully dismal may be one's own removal Yearning for a change, my suicide's engaged The trigger awaits, I am its fool human bait Pull! It's already too late, hold! Ill lives still wait Breathless, motionless, I'm left with nothing, alone Bitterness, sadness, nothing else but this bullet Pull! One more statistic, encourage death's addicts Frozen in my feelings, only my passion's killed By millions of minions roaming inside my mind Vile voices of vermin eviscerates my will I'm the parasite of life, she's making me ill Life's held by my finger, pull the fucking trigger! No way! No way out! I cry out, blank out... die out! I glimpse at my anger, yet I knew my failure The curtain is drawn just for me to be brought down!