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I hate this world, I hate this sky
Sometimes I wish that I could fly
My tears to sun have burned my soul
And I just know - I want no more
This blood on my abandon body
And I don`t nead to see nobody
And I'm dust tempted to stop that all
To cut my body, free my soul
Sometimes these stones're better friends
They stop my fall, they make my end
Whenn blade, when razor stops my pain
I know - I'll do that all again.
Just tears, pain and blinding sun
And I will run - I always run
Complitely hidden, always hurt
I will return to dust, to dirt.
Somehow my pain wil stay aside
My freedom, flight - my suicide
And when this bullet stops my heart
You'll understand what this's about
But it's too late - There're no return
This poor, blind soulwill always burn.....