Laid over the cold,waiting for death
The bloody flux inside of my being
The pain takes the insanity
And the fear grows incessantly
Between the spams of the hurting brain
Chorus:
Nobody can hear my desperate screams
That come out of my mounth mixed with blood
Incapable of moving, i start to be delirious
Anxious for death to run away from the pain
I feel visceras suppurating
Rotting and mixing with the clots
Convulsion take me to the only live instinct that is left in me
Nobody can hear my desperate screams
That come out of my mounth mixed with blood
Incapable of moving, i start to be delirious
Anxious for death to run away from the pain
So close but so far...
A bisturi!?
The suffering descipes from my pulses
I contempt flowing,flowing
Darkness
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