PERMAFROST

I've buried my joy and faith, those deceitful delusions
And thus I've found a way to purify my mind from desolation

What could I gain but suffering and deception, if innocence is lost?
There is no cure for this tainted desire, when everything was done

I am nothing but [bad word]  I end my life with no regrets
And, falling on my knees, I' m still waiting to find redemption

There is no cure for this tainted desire to expurgate the pain out of my head

My flesh is cold, I feel no pain – the bitter art of dying fast
shroud of frost cover my skin - my bleeding soul is lifeless

The barrel of gun against my head is like a promise to
Release my fears … on a wall of concrete: what a fine day to extinct

What could I gain but suffering and deception, if innocence is lost?
There is no cure for this tainted desire to expurgate the pain out of my head

My flesh is cold; I feel no pain – the bitter art of dying fast
shroud of frost cover my skin - my bleeding soul is lifeless

What is existence but a relentless demise?
To live is to die, with no absolution
Nothing could be saved, my heart is dry, I bury my ego and chock my hopes
I've cursed myself for this foretaste [bad word] or just a glimpse of light
Ascending like a star I've discovered my own mortality

My flesh is cold, I feel no pain – the bitter art of dying fast
shroud of frost cover my skin – my bleeding soul is lifeless

I the one to blame If I've failed to live ?