My Own Knell के बोल

I´m a cry in a bottle crashed against a wall of bones the mirror reflects a crowd of faces without a side to my poor thoughts. I dig in my flesh to bury my soul that sickening truth eternity is real I hate myself more than anything I carry my life like an iron ball. Did I say life? I need help none will give a little chance to save my life The best of me lost in the intent kick me in the border of depression I hear a voice behind my conscious saying over and over again: Oh my sweet imbecile go on growing each time you´re smaller.