Deep-pression -

I carry my sorrows Above the hills To the white clouds To the blue heavens' Sings a girl grasshopping through the fields This world is just a survival And you can try to hope for more She carries my scythe Carrier of all wounds and relieves... In the wasteland of those fields Where the reaping lasts Since a moment when any life started This mind is hit with the cross Fuck all christs Fuck all gods Stop praying, stop hoping... All will be grey or muddy-brown In the end... Sucking your tears as the soil sucks the water