Tons of Mud Lyrics

I fuck this past that humiliates
So that I hide my feelings in solace,
Wandering in the clouds, seeking strength,
He flies like a lucky man when I approach her.
I put a suicide note in the package,
I pour glass there, water it with tears,
I recall the failed life exam,
I direct curses to the fucking Trinity.
I am looking for an envelope stained with venom,
Faith in God unfortunately escaped
I'm sending this letter to the gates of hell
I'll go with the devil; hellish tandem.
So he has to suffer.
I belive it.
He laughs at the naïve naivety
Those who give a shot,
To accept tons of mud,
Still counting in favor of another.
I hide my face in my hands,
Because my heart breaks with regret
When I see your hand
Collect the harvest in lies.