I still have a desire

ιt dιsgusts мє to sєє thαt
ι αм stιll αlιvє.
ιt dιsgusts мє to sєє thαt
ι αм yєt to dιє.
мy hαиds, мy lєgs, мy ƒαсє, мy αямs,
мy ьlood, мy ьoиєs, мy hєαяt, ιts сhαям
αll sєєм to shout ιи vαιи, αs
Thєy αll wαиt to ƒєєl soмє ραιи
αиd so
ι hαvє α dєsιяє
To sєє мy owи ьody
ьuяи oи thє ƒuиєяαl ρyяє.

єvєяy ιисh ιиsιdє oƒ мє
Sєємs to sсяєαм αиd shout.
єvєяy ιисh ιиsιdє oƒ мє
Shouts out α lιttlє loud.
Thєy αll kиow thαt
ι wιll gιvє uρ too sooи.
Thєy αll gяow ιмραtιєиt
To мєєt thιs dooм.
αиd so
ι hαvє α dєsιяє
To sєє мy owи sєlƒ
ьuяи oи thє ƒuиєяαl ρyяє.





It disgusts me to see that
I am still alive.
It disgusts me to see that
I am yet to die.
My hands, my legs, my face, my arms,
My blood, my bones, my heart, its charm
All seem to shout in vain, as
They all want to feel some pain
And so
I have a desire
To see my own body
Burn on the funeral pyre.

Every inch inside of me
Seems to scream and shout.
Every inch inside of me
Shouts out a little loud.
They all know that
I will give up too soon.
They all grow impatient
To meet this doom.
And so
I have a desire
To see my own self
Burn on the funeral pyre.