[Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, 29/9-1990, edited 11/7, 27/7 and 6/8-2000]
Filled with sorrow...
Bleak inner self touched
devoured by solitude, still wrapped in time.
I'm flowing with pain!
Holding myself back in suspicion...
lingering in the dust...
the dust of my abandoned remains.
Killed with the dagger of life...!
Such an exquisite pride in my
alone, all alone with the emotional
streams of my soul...
So real, so pure... yet I'm left aside
fear... without hope.
I am truly left alone,
but somehow... just somehow
it feels like my loneliness is a victory
self-delusion of joy... and happiness.
My heart beats faster,
the anguish becomes clearer
and my misanthropic view gets
Living in the shadows...
so proud of being the one,
so desperate for a helping hand.
Do I really
want to live this life?
I have a thousand reasons to die,
and many millions of tears to cry... in silence.
The human plague
has emptied my life,
and I curse the day I was born... to this world!
Still, no-one else I ever want to be...
and no-one else
I intend to be...
'cause no-one else I was meant to be!
I need, I want, I long for my retribution...
I need, I want, I yearn
for my retribution...
I want my retribution... I want it now!
Unity; a gathering of open wounds,
of dark... of dark clean
what a dream... what a dream so distant!
Why should I... why should I be alone
when I love... when I love my
Shall I die... shall I die to be free
when I cry... when I cry in silence...
so please let me die in
oh my god, let me die in silence!