My life is like a graveyard,
everywhere something rotten, it stinks and it's dark.
In my mind, there all carry swords.
There's only wild animals in search of a next victim,
if not,they will make you dead.
Rotten meat and offal on all sides
in this tree lurking just crows.
My home is my grave
my coffin still waiting.
to be lowered into the ground..
In the morgue di dilapidated,
walls are released.
In the dark night,
illuminated by the moon phase..
Shine and discover the dead man's shadow.
In my head, something strange is going on
Maybe love, maybe the disease might just an illusion
everywhere something rotten, it stinks and it's dark.
In my mind, there all carry swords.
There's only wild animals in search of a next victim,
if not,they will make you dead.
Rotten meat and offal on all sides
in this tree lurking just crows.
My home is my grave
my coffin still waiting.
to be lowered into the ground..
In the morgue di dilapidated,
walls are released.
In the dark night,
illuminated by the moon phase..
Shine and discover the dead man's shadow.
In my head, something strange is going on
Maybe love, maybe the disease might just an illusion