Je suis fini. Il n'y a pas de confort dans la folie. Il n'y a que du chagrin
All of my life's hope has been spent like a rich man upon a spree
Why bother living, if the madness leaves you without any dreams
I'm finished, I find nothing to embrace, all I want is to escape my skin
The pain is grave and my skin turning blue, I can't do this, again
I want to feel as though my spirit is untamed, let it be free
