Can I move my lips?
Have a hallucination
Can I see the angels?
And do not feel emotion
Pain does not set me free, it condemns me
I feel the horrors of a slow death
Drenched by white snow
That my head cannot stand

The blood in my veins pulsates weak
And I'm heading for the hole

Shadow, desire, hallucination
Blind madness during the kill
Sadness and regret
Bankruptcy of all hope

Headache, fever, agony
Symptoms of frustration
Morbid desire, rebellion
Feelings trapped in the heart

The blood in my veins pulsates weak
And I'm heading for the hole
Caused by hot metal ember
A near fatal injury

Wrong way was trod
Now only pain can welcome me
What can I do for you
So you can still choose me
Wrong way was trod
Now only pain can welcome me
What can I do for you
So you can still choose me

The blood in my veins pulsates weak
And I'm heading for the hole
Caused by hot metal ember
A near fatal injury
The blood in my veins pulsates weak
And I'm heading for the hole
Caused by hot metal ember
A near fatal injury