Disappointments and vile complaints  Restless minds are fed upon  Try to fake the real misery inside  And take the fast and easy deviation to the top  I find myself on wicked paths  Money in oblivion  My soul is what he wants  Listen to the preacher he has backed away from god  His mind has thrown me over the edge  All these "good" men tell me not to dream obscure ways  But I tear and burn the pages of this decadent dismay  I pray to heaven  But it cannot fulfill  I've signed the darkest contract  For the dark man's will  Dawn unfolds the landscape  That seems useless to escape  I will not admire your god  Fall upon the saviour who has cast me from above  And drink this bloody water that has driven from love  I can pray to little man and I can preach to all  Where suicidal paradise is man's eternal fall