i killed becuase i died

it all began as a game,
to the dreams of strive
till the sunken lives
to the gory of deaths

i still thought there was hope left
its a differnt world from here
behind these morbid bars
theres just a window to breath
the smell of death so so far

and i still thought there was hope left
its the way they look
not into my eyes
they smell my hunger,

my hunger for life

i m no slave of life
i m a lover of death

and i still think there is hope left