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"Pallbearers, Me and my Sickbed"
I gave the command,
I don't even think about inventory anymore.
What I exposed to the dark,
What I crossed off the calendar
In those voices on duty,
My insides are drying up.
All the pain they bring me,
They go with them degenerating me.
Horizontally, with cotton in the nose,
The end I always wanted.
A luck of mists and a malevolent horde
Accommodate with me on this crossing.
This wonderful powder took me to the precipice.
Every time I took it,
my reality ended
Under the purple sky of my pleasures
From dust I came, from it and in it I lived
And to him I am returning.
share driving
The tyrant Belial and his henchmen.
Beautiful voices have swallowed me from this hell,
Now my body lies in complete tranquility.
But the doubt remains
Whether I'm alive or dead.
DEAD!
With a credible spirit Death comes to me,
Carcass, it looks real to me.
I feel sulfurous
The edges of the wood.
My bed, My bed!
The edges of the wood!
On my dark bed,
I see all my past weighing on my shoulders.
All those mistakes and flaws that I never got over,
How long will I let them behead, behead, behead?
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone back there.
Fuck where I'm going!
The sulphur, the heat,
I am arriving.
On this lonely night
My demons keep me company and smoke,
They smoke like convicts.
But worse I Who am doomed to daily frustrations
From an anxious junkie.
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"Pallbearers, Me and my Sickbed"
I gave the command,
I don't even think about inventory anymore.
What I exposed to the dark,
What I crossed off the calendar
In those voices on duty,
My insides are drying up.
All the pain they bring me,
They go with them degenerating me.
Horizontally, with cotton in the nose,
The end I always wanted.
A luck of mists and a malevolent horde
Accommodate with me on this crossing.
This wonderful powder took me to the precipice.
Every time I took it,
my reality ended
Under the purple sky of my pleasures
From dust I came, from it and in it I lived
And to him I am returning.
share driving
The tyrant Belial and his henchmen.
Beautiful voices have swallowed me from this hell,
Now my body lies in complete tranquility.
But the doubt remains
Whether I'm alive or dead.
DEAD!
With a credible spirit Death comes to me,
Carcass, it looks real to me.
I feel sulfurous
The edges of the wood.
My bed, My bed!
The edges of the wood!
On my dark bed,
I see all my past weighing on my shoulders.
All those mistakes and flaws that I never got over,
How long will I let them behead, behead, behead?
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone back there.
Fuck where I'm going!
The sulphur, the heat,
I am arriving.
On this lonely night
My demons keep me company and smoke,
They smoke like convicts.
But worse I Who am doomed to daily frustrations
From an anxious junkie.
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