Permafrost

I've buried my joy and faith,
 those deceitful delusions
 And thus I've found a way
 to purify my mind from desolation
 What could I gain but suffering and deception,
 if innocence is lost?
 There is no cure for this tainted desire,
 when everything was done
 I am nothing but frustration,
 I end my life with no regrets
 And, falling on my knees,
 I'm still waiting to find redemption
 There is no cure for this tainted desire
 to expurgate the pain out of my head
 My flesh is cold, I feel no pain -
 the bitter art of dying fast
 A shroud of frost cover my skin -
 my bleeding soul is lifeless
 The barrel of gun against my head
 is like a promise to
 Release my fears on a wall of concrete:
 what a fine day to extinct
 What could I gain but suffering and deception,
 if innocence is lost?
 There is no cure for this tainted desire
 to expurgate the pain out of my head
 My flesh is cold, I feel no pain -
 the bitter art of dying fast
 A shroud of frost cover my skin -
 my bleeding soul is lifeless
 What is existence but a relentless demise?
 To live is to die, with no absolution
 Nothing could be saved, my heart is dry
 I bury my ego and choke my hopes
 I've cursed myself
 for this foretaste of ruins or just a glimpse of light
 Ascending like a star I've discovered my own mortality
 My flesh is cold, I feel no pain -
 the bitter art of dying fast
 A shroud of frost cover my skin -
 my bleeding soul is lifeless
 Am I the one to blame If I've failed to live?