There are many reasons to become dead
in the lands of no return, that buried in the sand.
Gunshot wound, dehydration,
asphyxy and radiation, other shit like that.
Here are many reasons to become dead,
but it's very odd to meet here mutated gnats.
Loud buzzing. Big long trunks.
They crave to suck my warm delicious blood.
Oh shit!
I was bitten by fucking mosquito! Giant mosquito!
Who can tell me reason, why am I dead
in the lands of no return, that buried in the sand?
No dope, no booze, no whores,
no bullet holes, only bite overdose.
Oh shit!
I've been bitten by fucking mosquito! Giant mosquito!
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