Neurotic

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