Now you have done it
You have no place to go...

It all ended slowly
just the way she liked it...

The ultimate pain of solitude and silence
broken by the sounds of whimpering...

If it where up to me
no one would care...

The days are cold,
and so are our souls...

9 times.
i shouldn't do this anymore...

As life moves forward
and life leaves its stain...

It was the middle of December
The time for joy...

Our universe is bleeding
Cloudy and cold from broken trust...

As the pain of hatred grows
It kills the joy of life...