The rotten flesh of a man,
is where everyone can,
share what they may,
but i guess that it\'s all in this play.
The play of a mind in need,
and it\'s way to bleed.
On the knowledge that the life has within it self.
like a memory of a picture on a shelf.

But if this day continues to the mirror of fate,
i\'ll truly become it\'s bait.
I will die an unfortunate death with nowhere to run.
everything that i had will be gone
and everyone will think \"that\'s fun\"

Life is nothing more than a simple road to Hell
That\'s why, this story i tell

lifeless feelings steps back at the end of the wall,
and then it tumble over and fall
like every feeling that i ever had,
they all fell and went bad,
They are all now dead and gone,
I\'ll always remember the dawn

the blood is always in my mind...
will i ever, by my heart find
the scene of a decomposed me,
is what i always see, late in the morning sun,
and this time, i will run.

So far that no one can ever find me,
Just let it be..
i\'ll outgrow this set of clothes as i\'ve always done,
And it\'s with me in my scary run.

This way i am hidden from the other,
and it\'ll be just like another.
the search for me goes on,
and it will be now five weeks i have been gone.
and they wont find me alive,
because im not suppose to survive.

So that was my \"goodbye\" letter,
and believe me,
that was for the better.