Death as a gift

Death as a gift
Stormy day outside
When nothing´s real
His nameless face appears
I see a man waiting for
A sign he´s been seeking
Heralds of the end
So this way ends his day
His days all feel the same
Heads down, crippling steps

As misery is coming
And nothing´s real
Raindrops keep falling to wet his pain
Distress in never-ending days
Hope death is for real
Distress in never-ending days
Rainfall unending
To find death in misery
A blessing in these times
The greatest gift
Espero que estos delicados sueños vuelen hacia ti como
violentas quimeras encarnadas de ensueño y destrucción,
para que solo dejes de mentirte a ti mismo y sacies tu
duda devorando la soledad en este irreverente abandono
al cual pertenecemos mucho antes que nuestros pies
caminaran estos insufribles lugares.