Текст песни EREBOS X CLOUDED MIND - ХОСПИС

I am an exception to the human rule, forced a canister body
I hear whispers that a dead angel on my right shoulder
I'll tell you about the death of stake you have not heard
If choke the blood - I sdleayte artificially breathing

God, how I love your sweet lies
Lying in a hospice, I keep under my pillow hunting knife
And when the angels come to take away my cold corpse
I shall open their throats, the blood pour from both pipes

Flesh on member narkutil, blood everywhere on the way
They stuffed me pills, I thought of the bodies sypitsya confetti
All Snack knife pierce the body of it, the mind is captured by demons
I did not know what I'm doing, I cut my veins scalpel

I Like Mengele, and I'm slowly dying
The body was pale, as if painted with chalk it
Nobody wants, I will die writhing in pain
Bury me deep, I want to rot alone