Darkness all around Not able to foresee The torture and bleak future That awaits me No one to care for you No one wanting you Like trash We all get disposed of If not now then later The path I'm on has no end Countless beatings Countless catastrophes So much blood Make it stop Even after all the wars I've fought I am unable to wash my hands For this stain Will always remain In my life Wich is full of strife Now and forever...