Post Mortem Nihil Est

The pain that we feel lets the torment grow
 Unknown is the destination
 The escape that we search for is the confusion we obtain
 That's the frame of our desperate lives
 We all want to die
 That's the frame of our desperate lives
 We're all going to die
 We're sleepwalkers of the night
 And when daylight comes nightmares appear
 To let us lose another war
 That one that we'll never win, fighting with no end
 This is a penitence after a pestilence
 What the fuck is wrong with us?
 It's all wrong from the first thought
 To the last pointless line drawn with blood
 We all want to die
 We're all going to die