Do you know what madness is?
Thoughts about alcohol, suicide, knives, bloody knives...
And what's the reason?
Deep scars in my soul...
I'd like to make my body like my soul...
Full of scars, weary... sick...
I prey to the Lord and hope that he'll give me the power to be alive... The will to be alive...
I thought I had forgotten these thoughts... Had changed my way to the bride light instead of the dark shadows of Lucifer...
But nothing is easy, especially if it worths...
I see every day like a challenge to survive, to be alive...
And sometimes it's very difficult...
Difficult to have the will to survive...
They say my marks are good...
I say they could be better...
They say there are many words...
I say there are nothing...
And I think:
Yeah, maybe I'm crazy...
But I know:
My Lord will forgive my poor soul and free it if the time comes...
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