I don’t want to speak of this
I don’t want to hurt you
I wanna see me crying,
leave me to feel the empty
I don’t want to face my existence
I don’t try to be a coward
perhaps I desire to die
to escape of my decay
my back is broken
with all the problems
hurts to see myself
feeling of decay
my back is broken
with all the problems
hurts to myself
I desire to disapear
I’m not important for anybody,
sometimes I was it
What I have got in 25 years?
Who would remember me?
I don’t live up to your expectations,
in all aspects to life
perhaps I desire to die
to escape of my decay
I’m the rotted king
I’m not what you desire
I’m not what you need
decadence, decadence