Everything I had I've buried that ten years ago
And everything I have - your picture in the hip pocket 
This is just a piece of that photography
This is just a spot in my memory

I write with blood I have no ink
With every letter I'm losing self-control
When I'm standing on a cliff I can not decide
Life or death the end or help sky or hole
This is the entrance to another world

I pray when I see people passing by
To see your face and blinding light
To lose my sight like it's first time
I don't need anything more

I hurt every time I think about that
I already forgot about water and bread
You are my hunger my thirst
I ready to suffer?
Life or death the end or help sky or hole
This is the entrance to another world

Breathe Breathe one last time 
 [bad word] to the best life

This is a nightmare
You'd better live there
This is a nightmare
But it's worth it to sleep
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