Leering Sky کے بول

Torture began a long time ago As I lost my childhood ideas A notion of death invaled my mind Dark clouds of nervous breakdown And captured my mental health Under the shadow of the great reaper Today each hour in a torment, I'm looking for a providential help But my nearest relatives don't understand, they don't understand I'm just different, boring, unimportant scrap It's not sensibility, everything's my fault So I hate myself, I become a drug addict Since I know I'll never find the necessary relief To escape from the daily agony It's like a fucking rope breaking my neck A noxious influence, I'm a human wreck Maybe one day will come the curing light For now distress is my only company This destructive pain absorbs my last will I'm falling in the ravine of despair Waiting for the end of that story Holy recovery or abyss of death?