Cold, dark, dirty world,
you spit betrayal and hate.
You want my soul to take,
grab it without a word.

Every sin I have made
you have been writing down.
That is why from dusk till dawn
you have been preparing your blade.

Big, shiny, mirror blade,
sharp, ready to intervene.
In great shape it have been,
waiting for take me to the grave.

My chest you want to cut,
rip me open and take your prize,
but among all the blood,
you will be surprised.

Between the black lungs, in the middle,
beyond the brocken heart, deep inside,
there is no soul, no mistery, no riddle,
it has been a while since i have died.