Ultra-Violence - Frustration of Soul

You took the bait of death
You can't escape
This is your turn
Deafened by the sound of your heart
(it's fading)
It's tundering into your chest
The walls take out your breath
Along your body
Sap runs hardly
Dust in your eyes
Needles into your skin
Like poisonous insects

Drag yourself out of bed
You don't want to give it
This absurd satisfaction
In your mind the memories resurface
Full of dormant tears
They're all what you have
You would like to drag with you
Into the abyss
People who you will never see
See the light - the growing hope
But you don't understand
You're just going to her

Corporal suffering is nothing
Everything is tolerable before the darkness
The true fight begins after death
Because there is something after death

Burn in hell

Corporal suffering is nothing
Everything is tolerable before the darkness
The true fight begins after death
Because there is something after death