What a failure to be born First instant of a walk to the void Physical pain announcing birth as a new But thoughts are coming to ruin your hopes
It's our first hour crime Memory possessing pain, Wandering unconscious
To live is to suffer I hate the cold, the slime, the blood and here I am expulsed Covered with stains, nightmare vision Air is burning my freshly born lungs The end of rest, the start of troubles Supposed to thank your parents but never asked for it To choose is a word that you should not say
I lost my sense I lost my soul I lost I lost the vision I stand on a pile of dust
999 Uneven 999 Phoenix 999 on dust Scars only heal if we close our eyes We are the immortal ones Among the lines and a cross, we'll raise from the ashesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
