Run away from hell
Please,excuse my smell
Listen,now I'm dead
Fuck my if I sad
You have to give
You've to forgive
You have to live
I can fly around
Pleaced of the ground
I can see my friends
Frig their balls with hands
It's my funeral
Ican see it all
Look - it's me in this coffin,I'm deaad
All this bastards pretend as thay sad
Fuck my aunt,It's so terrible sound
Oh,It's me,I'm at least under ground
You know what I mean
It feel like in dream
You free and don't care
What stuff you've to wear
Come on join me my friend
You'll find promised land
This bastards will suck
We'll newer could give a fuck...
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Eternal Questions Of Existence Lyrics

Infected – Eternal Questions Of Existence Lyrics