This life cuts hearts forget about yourself
In crisis of your life like cursed pain minutes
game [bad word] dispels and next smashed into fragments
You hear the croak and that's called life

Stone in my heart deathly cold
Cold like a dagger blade
Cursed frogs croak and croak
And that's called life

bleeding red of flesh spread on a table
Life ends with quietest beats and tiniest of droplets
The stone is old and cracked and brown with dust of ages
But still your hear the croak and that was your life

The game is over now
dead voice ringing in your head
million croaks around
And that was life