In the Savage Garden you shine beautifully, my friend
You walk as if it is your garden to do with as you please
And in my wanderings, I always return to you
I always return to see the colors of the garden in your shadow
I just want to get out of this terrible situation
When I'm killing myself again and again
Murder, never imagined making a detailed picture
However, the only sure and fast thing is suicide
At last. Suicide
I saw the light, saw the myriad spirits flying loose up the Tunnel towards the celestial blaze
The Tunnel perfectly round and widening as the rose and for one blessed moment
One blessed tiny instant, the songs of Heaven resounded down the tunnel
Where is the hell? The Hell is here
This place that God has given up
The only thing I can do is
To have seraphic retaliation
A hypocritical life
Only the crucifix revenge will be waiting
Getting sleepy
The hand of salvation is invisible
No more exit
Shackled and irreversible life
Future will never change
Everything is meaningless
Only obsolete contrition
Everything is meaningless
Rest in the shadows that are looming
Don't cry, tired soul
Bright false tears will ruin you
Don't cry, poor soul
I'll give you new opportunity
Have you ever felt really hurt?
Have you ever truly regretted, reflected, and asked for forgiveness?
I'll save you and not wait to see your light, your dirty mind and
greedy hope for yourself thrown into hell
Believe in angels? Then believe in Satan
Believe in me. There are worse things on earth
Maybe this is madness. Maybe that's what Hell is
How could anyone love Him?
What did you just tell me yourself about the world?
Don't you see, everybody hates God now
It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century
It's that everybody hates Him
Come with me. Just listen to me
Don't leave me alone. God, why didn't you make us all Satan?