i speak with quite wide dead eyes
i show you my ambitions
you want to die
this is a note for you
it is an ink instead of blood
i want to write by your sawed dead fingers
i want to leave your a part of my thoughts
i guess im not the one who wish you death
i guess im not the one who try to cut your head down
i hope your die
by the fist of life
dont step on me
step on the trap
i guess you martyr
i guess you foolish man
so just breath it out
and got my gift
die alone in place where you was born
die alone here die alone here
die alone in place where you lived
die alone here die alone here
i guess im not alone who wish you death
i guess im not alone who try to cut your head down
i guess you martyr of your own decisions
so whould you die? just cut you to the dishes
i am the bare wire