Born dead

Always is the same
Everything dies
And I cannot follow
If some one is dead
I feel the shame to survive.

The life is made
For the dead
When Ill fall
For sure you are thinking
Of what to do
In this uncertain future.

But you have to face
This kind of life
Makes you another one

Before you are born
Soon you are dead
And it s to late now

Useless to try
The doors are locked
You cannot leave this place.

Voices from the storms
Turns black my soul
Bite the apple and burn
In hell for all your sins
That's the guilt that
God have sent.