The veil of night had fallen.
The bothersome sunlight had gone away.
The black ink had fallen from my eyes to the paper.
I feel nothing, hollow nothing.

Why do I need this pathetic existence?
Why do I need this fucking life?
I want to stay here in this silent darkness.
Just stay here, hold still, emotionless.

My heart supposed to break, but it's frozen.
My arms supposed to bleed, but they're dry.
The silent beatings are slow.
And in the dark they'll die.

Why do I need...

The sweet angel of death is peeking.
Knocking on my windows, from the shadows of my room.
And still the fear isn't creeping.
Another emotion that I can't feel.

Why do I need...