The sense of my life fades away like the stain
On the sleeve of my suit, washed away by the rain;
The hues of my fate flow away to the grave.
Left alone in my cage, I bite my dirty nails.

In the puddle of dirt I see the back of my life
In the black ripped coat, it just passes me by.
On the raft of emotions, in the sea of the night,
I'm aground, I'm lost, I am out of sight.

It's getting much colder, the ice covers me;
Another one minute, and my eyes will stop seeing.
I've never been useful, though I tried to be 
A part of this public, spreading disease.

The science of a powerful weapon of choice
Is the tale for the counterfeit childhood-less toys;
The walls of the world were destroyed by the noise
Of the feet stepping as one, in hysterical poise.

The blaze of a bombastic infernal belief
Is the light for the others, but nothing - for me.
Life's not a reason to die: you do live;
Death is the reason for everything here.

The flowers discolor and I lose myself
In the world of coldness, that looks like my hell;
Dissolved in the air, my soul rings a bell.
It will ring forever for you in this cell.

The world without colors
Reflects in my eyes;
The world that devours
My soul deep inside.
The world without patience,
The world without grace.
My final suffocation,
The hues now fade away.