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