I feel like the fulcrum of life between love and hate (that) born in my mind
to take the last man that stands through years of grief turns pale as autumn skies that wakes me in long, cold fear.

My feelings, lost to apathy
Conquered words just let me bleed
When I am in greed, it makes me see
I'm the one that's killing me
Comatose, that's killing me... Life is killing me.

Simple words can save your high-iıfe complexity. simple lives set my words
to death, by the meanings. I truly dare to betray who simplfy the reason to live.
Comatoes, seems the worst way to end day by day.

Over the years i realize. Beyond fears i came to pay the price.
Iput it all in my hands. that's what's left of me, that I'm a man.
Worst is the man who left without fears.
for worst is the reason, left drowning in tears.