There are days
when i would want to die
even though i have gone a long way
i feel as if i have only lived a lie
when i am gone
i think that everyone will be happy
so I've no more will to carry me on
and when i am gone...there will be no such thing as agony
when i am all alone
i look at my hands
...what have i done?...
I've only brought pain and misfortune into this wonderful land
at night, i always sleep
with a knife in my hand
for i only hear people moaning and weeping with sorrowful tears
but there's naught to worry about for one day the time will come, where i rid myself of this land
