Burried my life

Burried my life

At the end of a knife

Burried my life

At the end of a knife

Burried my black soul

In a deep black hole

Is there someone who has a light

Is there someone who helps me with my fight

Or is this world blind

Or does no one mind

I feel the coldness

The coldness of isolation

I'm the victim of hopelessness

This life, a dark imitation

Is there someone, who helps me out

Or does no one cares

Is there someone who heres me shout

But no one seems to care

Burried my life

At the end of a knife

Burried my life

At the end of a knife

Burried my black soul

In a deep black hole

The darkness is my prison

And no one comes to visit

To escape is my mission

But I've got only one last bullet

I feel the cold hand of death

The bony fingers of the grim reaper

I have no breath

And the grim reaper lingers

But I don't want to die

Why is there no one who can help

The wish to die, is the grim reapers lie

I can't get out by my self

There is blood at the end of the knife

There is blood at the end of life

There is a hole in my soul

There is darkness in that hole

Is there someone who has a light

Is there someone who helps me with my fight

Or is this world blind

Or does no one mind

Burried my life

At the end of a knife

Burried my life

At the end of a knife

Burried my black soul

In a deep black hole