I don't have any ambition nor any mission to fulfil
All around there's massive paranoia and my weakness
I don't delude myself I don't listen to lies
I don' listen to lies
I solated by people I'm alone
I hate my soul and my body
Every utopla I belived in time had buried
I'm a slave of mechanical corruption and other pathology
I see clearly all the nonsense of my life and activity
I hate the materialistic world full of rubbish miths and shit
Of rubbish miths and shit
My suffering only soothes the thought of death
l solated by people tm alone.
I hate my soul.and my body
Yet I noticed my superiority over others
I'm better cause tm not afraid to die
Death trouses in me a shudder of emotion
I feel sweat in my face.the wish to try
I feel my weakness approaching
I feel her breath on my face
One sweet touch of death
One touch