Disappointments and vile complaints

Restless minds are fed upon

Try to fake the real misery inside

And take the fast and easy deviation to the top



I find myself on wicked paths



Money in oblivion

My soul is what he wants



Listen to the preacher he has backed away from god

His mind has thrown me over the edge

All these "good" men tell me not to dream obscure ways

But I tear and burn the pages of this decadent dismay



I pray to heaven

But it cannot fulfill

I've signed the darkest contract

For the dark man's will



Dawn unfolds the landscape

That seems useless to escape

I will not admire your god



Fall upon the saviour who has cast me from above

And drink this bloody water that has driven from love

I can pray to little man and I can preach to all

Where suicidal paradise is man's eternal fall