I watched into the burning sun. My eyes filles with obsession. An eternal walk towards nothing. An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness.
I watched into a dead horizon. My blood falls into the sun. My thoughts drown into emptiness. Stench of death in the air.
The sickness of a summer afternoon. My sticky flesh covered by insects. A dream of naked bodies dying on meathooks. The smell of your slaughtered whore-meat rotting under a blinding sun.
Your last stop - Dead end. My twisted visions revealed to you. Youll never understand