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Dawn , eclosion of pain

Sorrowful flowers, yearning for the end

Frightening weights haunting my mind

Torturing nightmares , living for my end

Abyssal pressure / I'm getting closer

Anguish rapture / (Ghosts of failure)

Dawn , drawing my pain

By streams of sun my regrets are stained

Among my desires, just three remain

To die , to kill , and to kill myself

Abyssal pressure / I'm getting closer

Anguish rapture / (Ghosts of failure)

Cold ... I feel each situation faked

Lifeless strings on dead necks

Lost …Their fights are tasteless

I hate their smiles

Each lie hides death / Each win hides a defeat

Cold ... Memories of my heart unfold

So pure ... Why did they leave these sores ?

Grey … Where's the colors of my desires ?

Here it's raining everyday Forgotten Innocence

Murdered senses

I am sinking …

Thin blade , straight cord / arsenic taste in overdose store

Speaking guns pointing to my head / steel answers to my fears

Opened wrists , twisted neck / real pain when all is faked

Cell of mind is my body / throne of the suffering fields

Obsessed by pain / Addicted to self-destruction

I walk in the cemetaries / Waiting for an invitation

My veins are crying for some alcohol / To forget and live one more day

Corporal wounds made by I / Morbid orders from the voices inside

Corporal wounds made in I / Selfpunishment is a path to suicide

I'm getting closer and closer,I sink deeper and deeper

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhh……I fail to live

Depressive winds , poison my breath / I must drink and drink and drink again

I try to drown my demons / to remenber my first oblivion

I fail so many times / Condemned by my inner judge I have to punish

To escape my agony / I can't stop lying to myself

Mine is division , fallen unity

My veins are crying for some metal / To forget and die this night

Corporal wounds made by I / Morbid orders from the voices inside

Corporal wounds made in I / Selfpunishment is a path to suicide

Saint Vincent 1997