in hell, you're taking me away again.

the idea of believing in something, makes me feel sick to my stomach.

why bothering ourselves believing in myths and shit just to prevent things? are you dumb or something?

the only thing you should belive and be scared of it at the same time, is you.

seeking god just to find out it's in the mirror, and it's want you breathless just like his dead son.

"in another life—" but what if we said the same thing in our past life? how can you guarantee that we won't say it in the next one too? how?

خیلی دارم سعی میکنم از زندگی سَر در بیارم، اما تنها چیزی که ممکنه نصیبم بشه، سَری آویزان از یک طنابِ پوسیده‌ست.

نمیدونم دارم با زندگیم چه غلطی میکنم‌، تنها چیزی که میدونم اینه که غلط‌های خوبی نمیکنم.

درسته که این اولین باره که داریم زندگی می‌کنیم، اما راستش رو بخوای دوست داشتم همین یک‌بار هم نمی‌کردیم.

i've lived this life as a man would do, why's it so hard to find the truth? my faith is strong within myself. i bleed of pride inside. i won't forgive.

1:48 you can't take it back now. it's to hard to swallow. no words, no conviction.

i've found the truth inside myself but i am still doing time. opened my eyes to what is real. this world is hard, it's cold, it's agony.

i doubt that if i can feel the way i used to.

it's getting harder everyday to feel something.

i want to feel joy the same way i see the green on dried trees. to feel alive, when your whole existence is dead.

it's hard to say, hard to see, hard to hear, hard to write, and hard to feel.