We need to control your fever and you wanna kill you, Because the cocaine is end, And when you vomit I'm afraid with who i gonna do with your corpse I want to stay on your side on the suicide. I gonna be your remedies for depression. The window is open from the otherside. The alucination of your overdose. The gun is on the left, i am, tonight, your death. I kill my family and my girlfriend. I gonna be waiting until the end. "Bugs comming buzzing for this rotten womb, where leaving dark batallions maggots sliding" Your poison eyes Cure my soul. Reborn the rotten matter kepping my bones.