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.
