My youth I give for pain
The best years I give for nothing
For the price of orders
To realize their stupid ideals
My youth I give for pain
The best years I give for nothing
For the price of orders
To realize their stupid ideals
To show l am nothing to bleed
To the sound of the shutting
I go out with no many
I die of problems the cruel time
Clanches the fits to strike
Below the belt so I can die
Telepathy of pain