Existence as a constant disease...
Anything forthcoming is stained with the absorption of a new torment
The time is running and I don't want to find any escape
Fed up with rotted joys melted with daily pain...
Fuck my life and fuck myself
Each night is one more step to the end...
And I know the end is coming soon
My shotgun has the shape of a glass
Which slowly sucks my essence out
Drink and swell 'till the world doesn't exist...
Worse is the future and forever will be...