Confiteor death-melodic / Kralupy nad Vltavou

I confess from unnecessarity of phrases,
from emptiness of my words,
from silence round my ego,
and I don’t want to be confuted.
that I’m like another,
but I want not to be,
and I despise myself,
and I doubt the way to reform.

Chorus: Nothing is without sense
every way has the place of destination,
every word has own value,
now is high time to realize.

I confess and I want to vomit,
I feel very sick,
I confess because I’m loosing my hope,
and I feel the end of everything.
and I’m telling truth,
I want to be listened,
and I don’t want to lose,
I want to express myself.