Hell on Earth - The Murder of My Sweet

«Humans, Humans think they are free

It’s an illusion

If they only knew the real truth

No one would work, eat or sleep

Blind as bats they live their lives in their perfect homes

Fully convinced that hell simply does not exist

A trick of course is that I’m the proof of it

Me?

I’m just a drifter

Can a simple petal of a daisy decide my faith?

He loves me

He loves me not…»