Many people have come like you
Many people commit suicide thinking about his pains
There is no vision, there is no art
Idiots those who die for sadness

To die with wisdom is to die with honor
I feel that the world is a piece of shit
The tolerance and Christ make me sick
Already I cannot more

My hatred will grow forever
Until I hates me to my same
My fury only ends with death
Symphony of a dark depression

A solitary funeral I will have in the future
Like my morbid dreams that show the way of the devil to me

A tomb without name between the trees
Maybe with the cross of the hypocrisy...