I'm sick, ridden, filled my mind of hate and evil
Suffering and drugs over the rock
This time has come, your time is paid
This is your end!
How will you manage with dreams you see?
You will mourn, malice will burn
So crazy, the end is your son
A cold life, no pleasure infection
It's only tears, only death, nothing else
Only death, nothing else
Only death, nothing else
The end is your son, a cold life, no pleasure infection, nothing nice
You're in your head, only death, nothing else
Only death, nothing else
Death!
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