my hands are full of blood
no one it could come from
my hands are full of blood
it wasn't just a dream
my life is one illusion
an only pint of scream

have no one to hide from
no needless to be left
if i know only one thing

have nowhere to run away

a little piece of god
look what it had done,
look what i have done for,
her wish is just to die
and me, and measured breathing
has gone, not run away