Why should I stay within this violent game?
When you’re so close but still too far to ease my pain
And one can say that life is a beautiful thing
This is the lie; I want to die to spread my broken wings

Deathletter is the only way
To write the words I could not say
This is the end; this is my post scriptum:
“Love you to death!”

Why should I play [bad word] are so unjust?
When ones say “love” it always means “lust”
I still can see that life is a beautiful thing
But am I right? I want to fly with my once broken wings

Deathletter is the only way
To write the words I could not say
This is the end; this is my post scriptum:
“Love you to death!”

I’m not insane
My diagnosis – suicide
I need this pain
To justify my step from light
Oh, should I stay?
I see no arguments to fight
I lost my way?
May be it’s wrong or may be right
And when I’m gone
You shed a tear or start the weeping?
You know, my dear
It’s hard to write when tears are dripping
I write these words
Because I had no strength to tell
Goodbye, my love!
Now I am shipping up to [bad word] 

Deathletter is the only way
To write the words I could not say
This is the end; this is my post scriptum:
“Love you to death!”