One day when you wake up
You recognize that you’re gone with the tide
Your boat keeps on sinking
And your shackles can’t be taken off
In your mortal agony
No one will follow you
Left alone with your painful thoughts
You slowly accept your fate
How does it feel to be destroyed?
Now it’s too late to search for reasons
How does it feel to kill yourself
with the weapon of your own mind?
You’ve never been grateful
For what life could give to you
You always wanted more
Instead of seeking for the real values
You have wasted too much time
To build up your miserable illusions
Now these torsos mean your existence
And you cannot make conclusions
How does it feel to be destroyed?
Now it’s too late to search for reasons
How does it feel to kill yourself
with the weapon of your own mind?
Can you see that you’ve never been
the main character?
What if you’re just a forgotten book
or just the shortest chapter?
In your mortal agony
No one will follow you
Left alone with your painful thoughts
You slowly accept your fate
How does it feel to be destroyed?
Now it’s too late to search for reasons
How does it feel to kill yourself
with the weapon of your own mind? | 
