At The Time Of My Last Pain   I Scream, So L Can Run Away   What I See In Front Of Me   Is Only The Reflection Of My Insanity      Throwing Me To The Present   Alone Almost In Despair   My Head Throws Itself Against The Wall   Making My Blood Flow Free Of Me   To Be Born Again, It'll Be A Sad Destiny   To Seek Death When It's Inside Of Myself   I Throw Up Trying To Put It Out   I Try To Sleep Sitting On The Cold Ground      Reminders From The Past   Repulsion Of The Present   Fear Of The Future   Septic Schizo (x3)      Stained By Blood On The Face   I See That My Life Goes By In Front Of Me   As An Old Movie. I Feel Not Proud Of Anything I've Done   I Scorn Myself With Anguish      My Nerves Are Blowing   Inside Of Me My Skin Burns   I Sink My Toes On The Ground   I Wanna Quit; But I Don't Wanna Enter Another Place      I'm Marked And Wounded, The Decaying Of My Thoughts   The Rotten Smell On My Skin   The Cold Body, Thrown And Forgotten   I Can See Things, But I'm Blinded To The World . . .