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[Music: Ranta, Planman and Lindroos] [Lyrics: Ranta] Tieng my own noose, digging my own grave They told me to do it before it is too late Pale faces in the night told me the truth about life They told me facts that I could not deny Picking flowers for my own funeral Building the coffin to sleep in Sharpening the blade to slash my own throat Loading the gun to blow my head off Twisted faces in (my dream) Screaming out their (hatred) Ill-being (inside me) Will they never leave me be Gloomy figures in (my mind) Crying out their (despair) These parasites in (my head) Will never set me free Peeling my own skin, looking inside, From Letras Mania