Testo Ever In Creasing

Dead man, another dead man
there are no limits to his violence
there isn't enough place for everyone
even you were not esteemed in this bloody history
Storms of pain ,poisonous days
Get away...why is all this born?
My body is in the garbage, now so far from my soul
I wash my hands off .. my life is over
I wash my hands off..
stay away from me
do you like this?
Hearing no noise
Do you want to kill me?
Your game has
No rules anymore
I am so alone again
So far from my true life..
You could fly in the sky
You will feel it inside
I feel the pain in your eyes and in your days