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Increasing under the skies

The blind suicide stretches out his knife

Lighted brow and a heart full of fire

We are born to die

Want to end all my misery

I am numb

Salvation needs a gun

I will kill myself

I am done

Salvation needs a gun

We will meet you at the end my friend

My cross is planted in a barren land

I am drifting to Hell

And no one, no one can save me

Candles are flowing on the lonely Christ

We are born to die

Want to end all my misery

I am numb

Salvation needs a gun

I will kill myself

I am done

Salvation needs a gun

We will meet you at the end my friend

My cross is planted in a barren land

Something turns

Something rises

Just hope the pain was not in vain

Must I only bloom in a state of loss ?

Let not the light

Fragile

Shine upon me

Let that night be solitary

Time has come to rest still and quiet

To hide sorrow from mine eyes

Life is a plague