Bullet Course - November Тексты

Sometimes I think about suicide
When night falls in silence
It makes sence to kill the pain
Without it I can't survive

My suicide in november

What is an icy body in sorrow?
Why don't you wake up?
In my dream, I fell into the well

The taste of pain trancends
Seeking own gaze
And let your hope into the cold
Suicide no longer satisfies me