I [bad word] aware of all these lies
 Life is to blame for
 Dirges always turn into futile cries
 As I'm Bleeding Forever More

 Nothing to see Which [bad word] me
 Not even my pride remaining could win this fight bitterly cold

 Whensoever one anguish is over
 The next begins
 But much more Which intensity
 And one way less to flee

 Dirges still turn into futile cries
 As I am Bleeding Forever More

 One step closer to edge of insanity
 I joggle my prison bars with might and maim
 I wonder if I will ever find the key belonging
 And if I'll ever escape this mental chain

 Finally I try to continue and I succeed
 For I begin to adore every sorrow
 Now I resolve to heed
 That this will not change tomorrow

 Dirges still turn into futile cries
 As I am Bleeding Forever More

 One step closer to edge of insanity
 I joggle my prison bars with might and maim
 I wonder if I will ever find the key belonging
 And if I'll ever escape this mental chain