Sometimes I am so fed up with my own existence Times are long gone, time is quickening and so short Black veins of melancholy support my life system My life among the trees of sadness and woe
To much reality becomes overwhelming in this dull existence I only long for the dark and mysterious ways They are always there with an open mind (drugs help) The nightmares reveal the real world to me
The world of nightmares is my real existence Life long pressures and sickness in the inevitable end I sometimes wish I could hide in the ground for eternity That day will become eminent anyway
But sometimes I really could dig my own fucking Ditch to die in, starving myself to death At least I would be out of harms way - humanity That way I don't need to see your ugly face again
You won't need to see mine I am just as insignificant As the piles of dirt I just dug up! So why don't you join me in ending your worthless life And fertilize Mother earth's rapacious ground!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
