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Floating on the cold waves

I feel like my life is freezing fast

Seagulls flying in circles

They calmly wait for me to breathe my last

- A floating piece of bleeding flesh

Raped by detentions

- For the pleasure of the butchers

Burdens of faults

- With my flesh they rot

All aspirations

- Turned into constrictions

Dissolved with the grey sea salt

No sea can sustain

An overload of torments

The last troubled aim

Is sinkin’ into emptiness

I lost track of time

Too many miles

I lost track of life

My time has come

My time has come

Walking through the cold streets

I feel my life slipping on the asphalt

Ravens flying in circles

Now I'm feeling too tired to react

- A floating piece of bleeding flesh

Abused by detentions

- For the pleasure of the butchers

Burdens of faults

- With my flesh they rot

All aspirations

- Turned into constrictions

Dissolved with the smoke of the stacks

No one sees this pain

An overload of torments

The last troubled aim

Is sinkin’ into emptiness

Emptiness

My hope of salvation

All my aspirations are now gone

Too tired to react

My time has come

My time has come

My time has come

My Time Has come