Text: Ritual Desaster. Final Blow. My Fucking Ruin.

I lurk between the garbage of the world without a goal
In rare times of lucidity i still know i am a man
My life is just existence in an ocean of desolation
But i remember i were happy somewhere in the past

I was my fucking ruin
I was my fucking ruin

I remember all the love from my family
I remember my projects for the future, my ambitions
But things don't always go the way that you expect
Drugs and alcohol can morph you in the pale ghost of yourself

I was my fucking ruin
I was my fucking ruin

... And a young boy was found dead by hanging by the police this night in his flat. All he left is a short suicide note on the table, which will be kept secret by the inquirers until all the details will get clear.

I was my fucking ruin
I was my fucking ruin

As time went by the dawn was falling on me
Revealing a night without an end, a night without a light
So now I lurk between the garbage of this hostile world
Until i put the word end to the story of my life

I was my fucking ruin
You were my fucking ruin
My ruin.