I’m a mournful god, aiming to cut off a little bit of your heart
Take a look around and you’ll smell an odour of a hammer of blood
Break my stone dreams and listen
How the gray messenger walks throughout my house
He forces his vile dictatorship to me
And i feel blows that cripple my body and soul

I’ve devised thousands of new death methods
In a gray house without windows
Where intensly but elegantly i tear down its structures
Where bad repetition finally comes to a closure

Thanks for blind passion
Thanks for lost time
Thanks for dysfunctional games
Thanks for emotional pain

I’m a mournful god, wandening into my own isolation
My soul’s purified from the plundering messenger
I’m disposed of pain, yet i watch painful grief run its course
I’m a happy killer pulling the tigger

And so all my ofences flow down my face
Like streams of filthy sludge
I’m disposed of pain, yet i watch painful grief run its course
I’m a happy killer pulling the tigger

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