Perfect Dark Art Of Death (Domination Of Depression)
I feel the pain I'm hungry Doesn't matter I'm angry I wanna kill you You wanna kill me When We say "Hello" We mean "Fuck you, ass hole" That's how it work Past Present Future All around Again and again Stop this show It's time to awake I'm coming To hell
Perfect Dark Art of Death In my head Perfect Dark Art of Death In my heart Perfect Dark Art of Death In my mind Perfect Dark Art of Death In my soul
Little scared rabbit Where's your hole? Where're you gonna go? What are you gonna do? Get your gun Defend yourself You have no choice You must survive I wanna fuck society Society wanna fuck me If you try to be saint You should start to believe What do you think about me What do you want from me Doesn't matter I'm still angry That's old fashion way Domination of Depression That's what I'm already have Black paints on the red walls Taste of blood on my lips Furious crowd behind my door You can break myself for your heaven 'Cause I am already in hell