Infected - Eternal Questiuns Of Existence lyrics

Run away from hell Please, excuse my smell Listen, now I'm dead f** my if I sad Why 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 ba*tards pretend as thay sad f** 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 ba*tards will s** We'll newer could give a f**...