Ich werde nie den Tag vergessen, diese Tür, diese Wahl, die falsche Wahl, die Wahl, für die ich nicht mit meinem Tod sterben werde
i close my eyes, all that i see is a group of spawn chewing at me.
You've been locked in here forever and you just can't say goodbye
(i don't care anymore)
(i don't care anymore)
I can no longer distinguish a dream from reality. maybe this has its own trick, its own advantage, but it doesn't seem that way to me. Maybe what I'm doing now will disappear when I wake up. I don't understand anything and I'm not sure of anything. The only difference between a dream and reality is that at the end of each dream, I commit suicide. what if I commit suicide by mistake in reality? who will be the worse for it