Existence as a constant disease...
Anything forthcoming is stained with the absorption of a new torment
The time is running
and I dont want to find any escape
Black coma
Fed up with rotted joys melted with daily pain...
f**k my life and f**k
myself
Each night is one more step to the end...
And I know the end is coming soon
Black coma
Black coma
Black
coma
Black coma
My shotgun has the shape of a glass
Which slowly sucks my essence out
Drink and swell till the world
doesnt exist...
Worse is the future and forever will be...
Black coma
