İ'm gonna sell your soul with a kiss,
Then burn your body with my sins,
Slughter your voice's poetry with my sulphur breathe ,
Give you a taste of my path to death .
Fallen out of a grave , your corpse is craving for undying darkness ,
Must İ not spit in disgust as İ see you crawl back in that stone box ?
Too bad İ will not care whether you suffer anymore or not ,
İ disbelieve your corpses's so called pain . "İ'm alive, İ'm alive , when your dead inside" * ,
İ could tell that nobody's gonna miss a bully** , but who am İ to ?
Encrypted in your rotten brains and boiling blood , here they are ,
They smell from afar , İ felt them on the way , on my way ,
-Your sins - , destroyed me , had put me down as a mass of ashes and celestial dreams ,
But İ'm alive now, 'cause it is encrypted in my rotten brains and boiling blood to be alive , as a powerful one.
İ will not spit , nor laugh or run away .
Maybe land a hand , a try to make you get up , bring you back to life,
İ can 'least try . 'cause is encrypted in my soul , this celestial dreamer,
To try to save .
Faith , I do believe in hope, but no in faith.
No more those affect me, but tornment me,
Put me into middle of a hurricanes' hurricane.
Overreacting , I still gasp for present , yet the air seems unclean as it reaches my lungs.
Can't say I am lost, 'cause I am not going anywhere right now.
Sometimes, when I feel I try to move Somewhere, then I do get lost.
Nor You , nor I can overwrite my Self-Unconsciousness.
Nor You , nor I feel the beats of a dusted heart.
Nor You , nor I can repath my knowingly unknown path.
Nor You , Nor I Shall Not Lose Patience And Hope.
