I am fairly impressed with your tension to live even though you are dead This is no fucking test - you are laying around six feet under the ground Close your eyes and admit - you belong to this world just like I know you're not Hopeless, yet so vivid, hopeless, yet so vivid
How could you know I'm the one to believe? Blessing outside, fucking curse underneath Everything's wrong, nothing left to achieve When the mourning's coming
I'd let you get out if only I could I'll make you suffer so hard but still I love you
Prayer on execution's day Will never work in any way