How long will it take me to understand my life?
let's describe these horrid scenes
such as: the blood, the body parts,
attonished attonished by those rotting heads
over sliding-place are torments
drawing with ink made of blood
the infections produced my outcomes
million of textures spreaded on the floor
those bloody tools were stolen
had you ever been trapped anytime by me?
now those souls are yours
neither of them will give you rest
I've thought that I'm insane
I have realized that I'm insane
I'm going to suffer...
sadness in your demential existence
sadness in your deteriorated world
death for all over sliding - place
death for all, you fucking life has gone
