The Last Disease

Mortus

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Sometimes my mind is exploding like a burning fist in my head
The broken will is carved in my brain my life it ends
I pray for those who are in pain my life is no more the same
Whenever i look in the mirror i don´t know what i should see
I stand in front of myself and think oh god this can´t be me
I pray for those who are in pain my life is no more the same

It seems to me
Like a bad god damned curse
It seems to me
Like a withering nose
It seems to me
Like a needle that hurts
It seems to me
Like a god-damned-curse

I am lying here in my bed left alone from all my dreams
Nobody is ready to hold my hand and help me now
I pray for those who are in pain my life is no more the same
Need someone to help my dying like a man
Please let it be not so slowly i will not lose my dignity
I pray for those who are in pain my life is no more the same

It seems to me
Like a bad god damned curse
It seems to me
Like a withering nose
It seems to me
Like a needle that hurts
It seems to me
Like a god-damned-curse