This morning I woke up
In my bed drenched with my sweat
After two hours of sleep
Following my dreamless tumbling

It's easy to find out
What keeps me awake at night
The hollow of all my failures sits
as a weight on my chest and shoulders

It pulses without a break
Lifting blood in my ears
I've already stopped counting the counter methods for a long time now

Because anything I try
I totally cannot stop
Whipping myself for the things I've done even though I was not the only villain back then

Gorgeous mares live in peace
They might have forgot about me
Only if I'd done so and laid to rest
to make myself empty – that would be the best

But seems like they're the ones
Who deserve to reach completion
My share from the cup is bitterness
Luckily enough with some endurance

I've never been able to choose to end my own life
Instead of it I was keep on fighting the good fight
I always thought if I give back something to the Earth
All my mistakes and bad life choices win salvation
But I never got any signs – only the one which leads to the confessional of hell

The older I get is the more I hate myself

My feet are roasted as the soil of sins burns underneath
I'm condemned to suffer

I've never been able to choose to end my own life
Instead of it I was keep on fighting the good fight
Yet I've never got back anything for my servings
I can only hope that a deathless salvation comes one day

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