There are times, I ask why
Sometimes I could kill,
Sometimes I would die.
I d***ed it all.
What's left?
Nothing, but ashes, hate and memories that fades.
Is it this for what we life?
Day by day...
I won't no longer.
All the woeful lies,
The betrayals,
The distress,
And the mankind-produced-s***.
But there's still another way.
No easy choice there's no return.
But what keeps me here?
Is there any argument strong enough?
What's stronger, the fear for life,
Or the fear to die?
Sometimes I could kill,
Sometimes I would die.
I d***ed it all.
What's left?
Nothing, but ashes, hate and memories that fades.
Is it this for what we life?
Day by day...
I won't no longer.
All the woeful lies,
The betrayals,
The distress,
And the mankind-produced-s***.
But there's still another way.
No easy choice there's no return.
But what keeps me here?
Is there any argument strong enough?
What's stronger, the fear for life,
Or the fear to die?