I used to feel... br I used to sense what were br Inside of me br To feel waves of difference br Waves which brought me to live br I enjoyed this life in me br Breathing and feeling br Burning and suffocating br Didn't curse the hour br Which gave birth to me br Didn't curse another life br When bearing death inside br br Now all things I do bear br Are all gone and free br This, myself... br Now fleeing around death br Cursing the hour br And another life... br Which whom I used to care br Now... br Watching myself br My own life br Fading to afar... br Listening these voices br And trying to tell them br That I will soon be gone br br (For me... what did you really gave... life...