Вершы: Anathema. Alternative 4.

It's killing you, you're killing me
I'm clinging on to my sanity
All I need is a short term remedy
Come and hide me from this terrible reality...

Dreaded memories flood back to me
But there's still a willful mind behind these cold
psychotic eyes
Now I tread this path so differently
I've opened my mind and darkened my entire life.

I'll dance with the angels to celebrate the holocaust,
And far beyond my far gone pride,
Is knowing that we'll soon be gone,
Knowing that I'll soon be gone...