The Birth Of Catastrophe के बोल

I've begun my misery I celebrate my death annually and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (what this world holds back...) and while walking towards it I trip and fall I sit awake to prevent from falling and while lying awake I see a door being shut I begin to suffocate as I gasp for breath and as I look over my lifeless body I think to myself is this how it ends? a life composed of misery, a life that trapped me (the life that killed me)