Deceased

What you kept inside you
Is a killing knife now i can see it
Turned its blade making you sick

Your fighting was in vain
Now your body is just in pain

Before i lost you for good
I wanted to see your face once more
To never forget it

You are the
You are the reason why
I´m standing

On the hill
On the hill - alone

They say memories keep me alive, well, ahead going
Memories are just a knife sharp, i´m sticking myself with it
This anger, feeling, volcano, this exploding mind
Isn´t turning that easy, you think i´m just fine

I can´t hunt after happiness to my sickening life
I´ll come down again from too high, i can´t stand it
And passing, slow running time isn´t helping me either!
I wanna stop the time