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A lonely ghost is floating, among the living

With no expression on its face, just vegetating

The picture of its face gets clearer, I recognize this figure

Ooh, now I realize, I’m just looking into the mirror



There when times where nothing seems to work

Times when I feel, to be dead, to the world

People walk nearby me, do they moreover see me ?

They may do, but only my inanimate body



I’m looking at the sunset, sad and lonely

While the darkness is rising, the sky’s getting cloudy

Asking myself, why should I keep on living

A life that’s not worth to be lived, and get up every morning ?



A nice black coffin is waiting for me somewhere

The question that is key is: How will I get there ?

Shall I let fate answer that question ?

Or shall I decide when to go to Zion ?



I guess, I’ve never been necessary nor any gift for humanity

As I am looking at that gun, I realize how lonely I used to be

But all that is over now, my life has eventually begun

From that moment on I’ve pulled the trigger of the gun



The bullet of time has now pierced my heart

So that never again, shall be another start