Оригинален текст
Terminal desire of thoughts
Overcome my destiny
I got the vibes of pain
Emotional dementia
I've found the thrill of the discontent
I bleed no longer
I'm through
This solitude was made for you
Misery enthroned by defeat
in a poverty of expression
I reject this anxiety
Wastelands from inside
I'm longing to be feeling not
I'm standing at the edge of the abyss
Your false remorse means s**t to me
Feeling not
Go...
Longing to be feeling not
Your decay means s**t to me
Feeling not