"Fuck the world" is what he said And the bullet went straight through his head A life forsaken sufficiency Frustration, tensions warranty
With blatant fury life is expelled From a once so livid shell
Crisp and leathery as the bones start to show White fungi embrace the blackened skin Larvae plunge through the stomach wall The process of moulding begins
Skull fractured immensely from the bullets breath Brain pulp protrudes from the wound Invasion of flies in the stinky pink matter Eyes excessively pruned
Lifeless yet still full of life Death feeds the living Death breeds the living Formication beneath flesh and dirt Death feeds the living Death breeds the living
Inhale the bullet as he wishes to depart From this world, without a clue Worn down to the beat of a heart And a triggered mind to undo
Carcass lie bloated under the sun Rotting on a dusty mound Soul condemned to a world beyond The sand became his burial groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
