Death in my mind.
You won't see me skin.
Hate the world and there really is nothing in me
that makes me wanna give something to it.
I wanna shoot myself to break myself out
because people will remember my name there.
Copenhagen, you can hear me now.
The city with my birth stuff.
Feeling so small and big at the same time.
Always white summertime.
Miss her and miss Escobar,
Navarne and my friend.
Hope to see you again on the other hand.
Move on to the next winter time so far apart and yet so close.
Tired of that depression my friend and
then not any of you who sees my mind.
Depression,
difficulty that no one sees in my mind.
Wanna see my father again.
Soulmate but probably only when we get to know each other again.
Friend,
I must fulfill my pact with Satan before I have to see God again.
Hope he has mercy.
Nothing really in me that makes me wanna give something to it.
Move on to the next winter times.
All in my * head.
In my * head.
All in my * head.
But I must fulfill my pact with Satan before I have to see God again.
For a big man which drowns me in water.
I have to go ashore.
* life and this test.
God knows I have sinned but I also know I'm
shooting myself when it comes down to it.
Forgive me and let me into heaven.
I pray to you every day to hear my cry and help.
No one sees what I'm fighting with.
Have had several dreams of seeing it happen.
A shuttle with rope.
Haven't figured it out yet.
We'll have to see.
Mentally ill to the end.
Death is the only thing that comforts me.
Hope I find peace the day it ends.
Final you will never see me again.
Every minute counts.
An hourglass is almost over.
Continuously forever.
You know it's forever.
It means something to all of us.
Hope he has mercy.
Nothing really in me
that makes me wanna give something to it.
Move on to the next winter times.
All in my * head.
In my * head.
All in my * head.
In my * head.