[bad word] to a world of pain where no feelings burn 
All my youth are lying on the prison of their minds 
dark corner full of dust, lightless and closed 
Their laments and cries for only friends 

Hiding on solitude, forgotten by all 
The pleasure of pain and heat of their blood 
Trapped and forsaken, suicidal thoughts 
When children born their first toys are razorblades 

They get the knife as the inner suffering explode out 
And let its grim tongue lick their skins 
They carve with pain on their arms 
The death-desire and their love of pain 
Blood streaming on the ground from wounds 
With tears and sounds of loneliness 
They lacerate their faces to destroy ugliness 
''Free me from this life'' 

On corridors, behind dusty walls 
Some bodies rot and the ground is garged of blood 
Guns embracing hands on a last union 
They sleep forever, a bullet for brain 
All around you can only hear screams and cries 
''Enjoy the pleasure of life''