It is the destruction of life,
This time my god can’t help me out,
Because my god is dying this time,
And why don’t I, fuck my own life,
With cookane, morfhin and middle aged whores,
I can’t take life, can’t creat ones,
I don’t wanted to be created,
I should happy with a packet cigarette or bottle of wine,
But I can’t stop feeling about massive lack of love,
Which is never made for me,
It is the holy destruction of life.
Atikul