I ask for death, I ask to be free. This world is for fortunes favored sons, not me. Through my death I may find the freedom to my life denied. I feel disconnected to mankind. The atmosphere is heavy and I feel the pain. This thrills me and gives me a feeling of gain. All my life I´ve waited for this. Axe to the head. Rope to the neck. Knife to the wrist. I´m heavenly cursed. I´m heavily sinned. All I want is to become a holy ghost and my sickened mind will be eternal home. I feel disconnected to mankind.
