We shared the same name We played the same game This game called existence But you were just a bit too intense You looked at life with a paranoid stare Trapped in your personal nightmare You thought you were caught in a dead end With both legs stuck in a quicksand There was a hole inside of you But you wouldnt admit it was true Filling the void with booze and dope Around your throat, you tightened the rope You had already lost touch You were far away and out of reach I felt guilty, but can one help A lonely man who strangles himself? Life can be fucking cruel It always changes its own rules You stopped to play like a fool With a twelve gauges in the mouth You pulled the trigger and thats all Brains splattered on the white wall You left a letter on the bedside table Wherein you wrote your last sick fable Ill always remember this cemetery And the end of your funeral ceremony The sun was too bright, splashing its light But deep inside my heart it was dark as night I saw this little box full of ashes And wondered Is it all that remains of your past? No, youre not condemned to the void My memories can never be destroyed
bedside, void, splashing, tightened, strangles