End of my life...
I won't ever torture.
You crucify
My fragile future.
My lovely sin,
My soul possessor,
You've never seen
Me as aggressor.

You don't let me breathe;
I'm tired of this vacuum.
Sometimes I lose my wit,
To make me die - the best you can.

[I feel lack of love
In my wicked soul;
I can't figure out
Where did my life go?
The way I have chosen
Is not way to good.
My fragile heart's broken;
I'm misunderstood.
Tomorrow is coming;
I'm not glad to see
The world that is drowning
In red sea of sins.
I don't want to open
My eyes once again;
My fragile heart's broken
And blood flows from veins.]

My secret's dead,
My river's frozen.
I won't forget
Two bloody roses.