Unlucky subsistence
I feel hatred for the hypocrisy
of my pure existence.
Insane thoughts for an insane living
killing my conscience.
Where is the god which I had trusted
to give hope for a better living?
Where is my love which I want to
give away?
I have fear to create a situation
to feel luckily free.
No one could love the damnation that dwells
deep inside of me.
Where is the god who could save me
from those evil thoughts?
What%27s the price for living which
I have to pay for?
I feel the death is torturing me
through my bloody vains.
violent thoughts tormenting sick my brain,
I can%27t hold back this pain.
What I had done for my poor existence,
that is laughing at me?
Just I%27m living away in deepest subsistence
and I cannot feel free...
(all copyrights reserved by mastram/prof.mastram/doomkiller, Bad Oberdorf 2007)
Thema