There's nothing to say about death
But there's quite a lot about life
Where's death is a end where there's only peace to deal with
Life is an endless torture, a path without control or anything but a lot to disguises

We learnt to be scared
We were build to be frightened
But i wasn't, i didn't really cared
But inside misery and lamentations could be for you kinda strident

My only crime was to exist
I didn't asked for it
But the sentence had been pronounced
So be it

Still, i can't help but wish
That my own death row's comming