I don't have any ambition nor any mission to fulfil All around there's massive paranoia and my weakness I don't delude myself I don't listen to lies I don' listen to lies I solated by people I'm alone I hate my soul and my body
Every utopla I belived in time had buried I'm a slave of mechanical corruption and other pathology I see clearly all the nonsense of my life and activity I hate the materialistic world full of rubbish miths and shit Of rubbish miths and shit
My suffering only soothes the thought of death l solated by people tm alone. I hate my soul.and my body Yet I noticed my superiority over others I'm better cause tm not afraid to die Death trouses in me a shudder of emotion I feel sweat in my face.the wish to try
I feel my weakness approaching I feel her breath on my face One sweet touch of death One touch