1. LIFE CAN'T BE WHAT'S YOU WANT

Life sharper more than razorblade and time changing fast, till the end
I born (lost) with no plan...just the cry under my eyes
What can I do?

I was raised wrong i said but the life cut this verse...the razorblade always cut the strings of life
I survive my days, until the day I die once...and once to my hopes
Times goes on, and the suffering grows
Who are you to judge my choice?
... We're just one piece of suicidal arts

"I become closer to tomb than home"

Make sure life can't be what's you want, you have no choice...
Life is the artist and we are just the portrait
In suicidal arts, we are just the portrait...


2. MY SMILES'S MURDERED

Joy comes to say hello into my face
However, sadness said welcome beforehand
I walking in this sickness, I got no place to go
Scared...I kept it deep inside...and to the death, I take my breath
Today's my final day in happiness...I'm bitter now
My Soul damp of blood and sweat follow!

No more lies behind my face!
No more Mute flock of Disillusion
No more filth, no more illusion (happiness)

Now i know...everything seems to be the same
With all these empty feelings, I sing my words in blood shades and lament above!
You murdered all the beautiful things inside me...and life killed my dreams
... My smile is murdered a long time ago (By your crimes)

At one point, I reached a point of no returns
Future darker than night
Life's nothing but a ship of shadows

Our souls...seal it with death
From the birth to the death


3. RUSTLE OF SORROW

I grew weary Close to a lake, where's no hand to help and sustain
My soul seek for solace but the winter came to freeze me with fear
Answer me! My life was pleasure or just born with pain
I yearn for the warmth of spring every year
When carried me to plaint, too plain...
Leave me hear...
Pain
Pain
Pain

Coming from nowhere, seeming...rustle of sorrow
I can't be free...
That's what torture me..
I can't be free

I Can't BE FREE