Текст песни Aktive.Hate - Bipolar

“I am Castiel
and I am an angel of the Lord!
I am the one that held you tight and raised you
from the grip of perdition!”
Distress grips my soul
And I still feel the void of darkness...
The rack of hellish torture
has been set as my bed of nails and razors,

The continuous thorn, twisting and carving
Is somehow eternal,
and I just can’t rest at all…

Now I’m harvesting grief, sorrow, anguish
And all those heart devouring feelings that you can name.
I can’t tell what’s the problem
and even less the solution!
It’s like going berserk, from day to night to day,
Lose my mind and my body all the way to Hell,
Coming back, like being pulled by an angel!

Divided, dismantled, erased and rebuilt,
Forgotten, abolished, created and sanctified!
I can’t tell what’s wrong
or why I from went side to side!
I am freaking and hallucinating,
I can’t tell if this is real or not…
Divided, dismantled, erased and rebuilt,