Hiss from the Moat - My Head in Pain

I breathe in my room, I wish better days,the blood of a martyr
strains through my veins. I try to find pieces of my fingers,
removing the though of surving. The end of the prison. The end of my life.
My life is another battle,I cannot defeat. I write, with my nails, the last words,
in my flesh, my names is writted, my names is writted, my names is writted burns
in my self welcome to the end this page, one page. Full of pain,of this world
of shit, with no help from anyone, anyone, but now remains lifeless.
Burns, burn a gunshot in my head in pain, a gunshot in my head in pain,
a gunshot in my head in pain the destiny is fulfilled.
I want to break my head point a gunshot in my head in pain a gunshot in my head
in pain a gunshot in my head, in pain a gunshot in my head in pain destiny is fulfilled.
I want to break my head point a gunshot in my head in gunshot in my head
gunshot in my head, gunshot in my head gunshot in my head.
In pain I´m not a humen superior, I´m not a humen superior, I´m not a humen superior
Breathe in my room, I wish better days,the blood of a martyr
strains through my veins. I try to find pieces of my fingers.
To challenge the gun on my head my suffer comes at the end, removing,
the though of surviving. I write in my flesh, I feel the floor
burning under my grave my corpse lying on the ground suffocated is
the silence dense it´s the anger that falls on me a fucking smile on
my face scream, scream, scream and close my eyes.