Time has stopped in this prison since last December I cannot wash the blood still on my hands Nameless, they always call me silly number I am a machinist that wastes a long time
Lay down on the cold floor like a fetus I cannot understand which it's day or night
Always, anger leads to hate I am thinking about the past And listening to your voice
Where should I go from now? For a lot of things that you geve me It never fills up my empty mind I know I can't become a butterfly
My everlasting pain is going on... There was snow, and I was running I had a knife in my left hand Always, anger leads to hate I have lost my honesty And I listened to my voice