Текст песни суицидребенка - проснусь мертвым

I woke up, melted, mired in their mud
I left a little before his death, sad
yellow leaves fall, I silently suffer
Clots sadness swallow and kill himself
Can I dig the grave, the black hole
Raw, rotten, smelling of anguish
The oneiric dream I'm happy
The neocortex burn my black tomb
Those chunks of brain that were the ancestors of
Will my cell only posthumous
Lost in the minds of the dead I
I have not only the child's skull
Bones and rotten and somewhere soars
A broken spirit is what I call
I could live so long and useful
And the mother would be proud of a child is not dead
My nature would become the property of
But in the end I became a solution for building
The basis of the necropolis, the foundation of hell
My lower back will delight
for those who have worn their feet and hands
To seek salvation in the darkness of separation
And rotten kids squeal with delight
Infinitely happy that wake up dead tomorrow
Sun unnecessary, it burns the soul
Only triftazin pain drowns
Does dead besspechnym without fear
Pleased with his zero property
The pieces of my flesh squeal paraphrenic
In the wild agony pierced sperm
And in infinity, in the heart of the worlds
The spirit of my unnecessary, universe shake down
And a non-existent God
I so dearly, as a father hugging
This is ridiculous, a child suicide
I lie down on the ground and wake up already dead