Autopsy of a Love

I expiated hell of few minutes of passion

There's a stone above my head

That suffocates my impulse and a weapon on neck

That arms my madness

Make a destruction of me,

Make annihilation of me

There's a sense of end in our tired eyes

And the smell of alcohol in your mouth

I will not kill myself because i've no pictures in which I smile

And consider me as your worst lover

and consider me as your sinner

the only thing that i want to to see

is my defeated and my sperm in your hands

And consider me as your worst lover

and consider me as your sinner

the only thing that i want to feel

is the warmth of yoursex in my mouth

[sing the last verse for your weak lover]

i know i'll never see again your consumed face

i will never have your chest against mine

i don't want to know if there will be another man

It could be better to be dead while your car leave me

At the end of this dirty road

don't look for my lifeless body in this universe

cause will no word will justify our end

let me die while your breath migrate so far and consider me...