Ive buried my joy and faith, those deceitful delusions And thus Ive found a way to purify my mind from desolation What could I gain but suffering and deception, if innocence is lost? There is no cure for this tainted desire, when everything was done I am nothing but frustration, I end my life with no regrets And, falling on my knees, Im still waiting to find redemption There is no cure for this tainted desire to expurgate the pain out of my head My flesh is cold, I feel no pain the bitter art of dying fast A shroud of frost cover my skin my bleeding soul is lifeless The barrel of gun against my head is like a promise to Release my fears on a wall of concrete what a fine day to extinct What could I gain but suffering and deception, if innocence is lost? There is no cure for this tainted desire to expurgate the pain out of my head What is existence but a relentless demise? To live is to die, with no absolution Nothing could be saved, my heart is dry I bury my ego and choke my hopes Ive cursed myself for this foretaste of ruins or just a glimpse of light Ascending like a star Ive discovered my own mortality Am I the one to blame If Ive failed to live?
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