We have no life
We are just pawns
Of hatred, strife
Of Anger and moans

I would've liked to have a peaceful life
Not to fear my own wrath
To get away from my knife
The rope and the bloody bath

I don't want to die
I'm too fucking young
But the decision is not mine
The bell of death had rung

If I could stop time
To live another day
Ten minutes or nine
I wish I could stay

The grief consumes the soul
Use your time wisely; don't pay the toll