Gulag - Darkened Hopes

I asked your name While my child was crying
Hunger kills so slowly, I'd prefer blow my head with fire.

I ran so fast, I ran from the problems of my past
From women, from desires. Free me, please

I'm a waste of time, a criminal
My crime was life, was spiritual
Hope is for fools, not for me
I will never wait for the end, my end is near

Raise my fingers, pull my trigger
I wasn't strong, i wasn't a sinner
but life aways plays tricks on me
tricks that i used to feed

I'm so unhappy, so unhappy, unhappy