Dear Death (ft.Nikita Klyukvin, Daniil Krasovskiy from The Occult)
Dear Death I can feel you beneath my skin Spreading like a virus, filling my guts like vermin Hopeless and full of pain I desperately watching my decay Watch me fading Slip back, slip back To the role of victim I've never wanna love myself I've never wanna resist When it's said and done, I'm over it I'm done coping with who I've become Bleed my dry and make me possessed With thirst for the bitter end For the waiting When it will break me and leave me faint I'm so pathetic I'm so egocentric Desolated myself, ruined everything I've loved So it's safe to say that I'm better off gone I'm deviant bastard and violent fuck Breeding delusion and growing the doubts What's the unnerving feeling of being so lame Restrained in the low-life view So I'm better off dead Now look at me, I had allowed this to rest I'm spiteful wreck, chronic liar, so miserable at best Is this life is a fucking test? There'll be early grave welcoming me Nothing lasts