The end of the story - right from the start
I could see so clearly that my freedom will die
In loneliness and that the falling glory
Of my own life was not a choice, never a choice

Blindfolded, my love defeated anxiety
And assisted my suicide

Blindfolded my love assisted my heart´s creeping suicide
And took away my very last breath

Right from the start, freedom will die
Pleading for life, it´s not my freedom

I know that my choice is not a choice
And my freedom will die

Right from the start I could see the end of my
Freedom fly away

I´m ending right before your eyes
You are not even there to watch me die