Fear arrived to pain's there'shold
At the end of the false path
At the beginning of the black outcome
Because right where you are
There's no air, but pressure
Nor brightness neither light
To lead your way
Which is not a road
But an unstoppable flow
And it takes and submerges you
Deep within yourself
Without your beeing aware
About how useless yelling is
But you do it anyway
Slowly getting mad
Possibly wondering about mercy
Or about a holy forgiveness
Which will never arrive.
Noone will grant you thy privilege
Since it doesen't belong to you
The only thing of your own is the right to suffer
Until you die in pain
This is the legacy of your life
The legacy of your rotten existance
