They took my heaven
So I need to walk on earth
They sold my hell
So I must be here forever
It's the place of coldness
Place with deep black mist
rising from the floor
And somebody on the door
with scythe on his shoulder
I can't deny, I'm a folder
My life is humanized
by militarist and fools
They've the power,
the people and the biggest tools
My life could end with one quick stab
of sharp knife
"Mistakes I've made a few
ended my life"