(Verse 1)
My life runs out of time
Another "Memento mori" that has no rhyme
Fleeting faces see me all over the city
My soul burns when I hear the 1001 violins ditty
(Chorus)
I'm alive because of my self-loathing
Existence is pain
It is nothing more than theatrical shit where one spends posing
God is not in the rain
(Verse 2)
Is this really living?
Or am I lying?
Fleeting faces see me all over the city
I feel their looks of pity
(Chorus)
I'm alive because of my self-loathing
Existence is pain
It is nothing morе than theatrical shit where onе spends posing
God is not in the rain
(Instrumental Bridge)
My life runs out of time
Another "Memento mori" that has no rhyme
Fleeting faces see me all over the city
My soul burns when I hear the 1001 violins ditty
(Chorus)
I'm alive because of my self-loathing
Existence is pain
It is nothing more than theatrical shit where one spends posing
God is not in the rain
(Verse 2)
Is this really living?
Or am I lying?
Fleeting faces see me all over the city
I feel their looks of pity
(Chorus)
I'm alive because of my self-loathing
Existence is pain
It is nothing morе than theatrical shit where onе spends posing
God is not in the rain
(Instrumental Bridge)
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