The realization, that you're gonna die Constant aching, your body's demise Seeping anguish, lungs start to contort Your throat is seizing, bile is the resort It falls to the floor The scent in the air My hunger grows more Emesis to spare Digesting Everything Your carcass is left, draining and flooding Now there's not much left, from slurping and sucking My needs about met, I sit here in silence Vomit I collect, the sweet taste of violence The realization, that you're gonna die Constant aching, your body's demiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
