Run away from hell

Please, excuse my smell

Listen, now I'm dead

Fuck my if I sad



Why

You have to give

You've to forgive

You have to live



I can fly around

Pleaced of the ground

I can see my friends

Frig their balls with hands



It's my funeral

Ican see it all



Look - it's me in this coffin, I'm deaad

All this bastards pretend as thay sad

Fuck my aunt, It's so terrible sound

Oh, It's me, I'm at least under ground



You know what I mean

It feel like in dream

You free and don't care

What stuff you've to wear

Come on join me my friend

You'll find promised land

This bastards will suck

We'll newer could give a fuck...