Existence as a constant disease...
Anything forthcoming is stained with the absorption of a new torment
The time is running and I don't want to find any escape
Black coma
Fed up with rotted joys melted with daily pain...
f** my life and f** 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 gla**
Which slowly s**s my essence out
Drink and swell 'till the world doesn't exist...
Worse is the future and forever will be...
Black coma