You suffocate with your own gas
Chocking by your own tongue
Running away with the putted tail
Accept this death with open arms
Make your way
Along the bones of creations
Or better fall down like a stone
Into the abyss of desperation
Prepare yourself for the end
You chocking with your gall
Rotting on the cross
Crown of worms on your head
You're pitiful bitter loss
Prepare yourself for the end
Hurricane of sanity will sweep away your dust
You'll be celebrate your triumph in your own grave
Be prepared for grotesque death
Prepare yourself for the end
