The Anguish of Man

pain from the sensibility stick to my head
haunt by senseless contempt or be a indiscreet man

the majority is indiscreet man
so we are persecuted in perpetuarity

this is madness
the honest man must be despised by the partial eyes
why they live so cruelly?
there is no way to rest for us, do we deserve to die
or be like them
dump a heart, be a simian

suicidal lives inhabit everywhere
screamed words haven't heard yet

why we bear these punishments from the indiscreet man?

they talk about behind our back to make us laughingstock
and they will finish me off with laughing faces

no salvation in this world
the time has come for you to decide
endure or die

this is the suffering for thoese who have heart

some of us kill himself, some of us join them
a few survivors still continue to endure the life

and I still survive in this cruel life

this is the suffering for thoese who have heart
I chose to survive in this cruel life
life goes on