The deadline for your stupid life

I won't regret the way I've lived my life
 You can't forget the impressions on your chest
 Close your eyes and pray to your own god

 You find yourself dreaming through the day
 Hope you get a sign before you see your own grave
 It's time to wake up, to clean your hands in a pile of Shards
 I watch you fall with a smile on my face

 I watch you [bad word]  fall with a smile on my face
 Cause I warned you a thousand times, then you smiled at me
 Fall

 Invest in wings
 You're falling down
 Under a sky so [bad word]  black

 In fact you dig your own grave
 Can you hear these countless voices
 They scream, welcome to the deadline

 I won't regret the way I've lived my life
 You can't forget the impressions on your [bad word]  chest

 Close your eyes

 Hope you get a sign before you see your own grave

 You find yourself dreaming through the day
 How can you breathe with hands around your [bad word]  throat
 This is the last [bad word]  time you point the finger at me
 You're falling down
 You've lost your [bad word] face
 In fact you've lost your [bad word] face.