Mytox

Bare Prognoses

Mytox


The nausea that fills my stomach 
Thoughts of murder in my grieve 
The hatred projected on the responsible 
Inner flow of pure relief 
Questioning your every move 
What you said and done 
The loneliness that you deserve 
Eventually will come!! 

Thought you were my one and only saviour 

Put all hopes desperatly on you 
You put me down 
Look, I'm a fool!! 

The hatred 
You do not deserve 
Easy death 
You do not deserve 
Slash my wounds 
You do not deserve 
Took it anyway!! 

Deadly thoughts of the cold-hearted 
Next life you will pay, like I do 
Nothing else left for you 
God will make you find a way 

Suffering along his side 
The road that you choose 
No more love or pride 
Never knew one of those 

All the pain 
You deserve!! 
All the coldness 
You deserve!! 
By your side, your worst enemy 
No more crawling, finally free!!!