You come home from school,
Lock the door and feel
The smell of decomposing bodies
This is your new skill.
I wanted to kill your father,
And feel ...
And feel his death,
Smell the dead shit ...
Joint fit.
We took a long look at the window,
Watched the agony,
Followed the expulsion of Christ
And Putin's arrival,
And nice video
With pangs of your father,
We are happy
Better to just shut the window and die.
I want to cut out your kidneys,
And fry them with vegetables,
corpse of your father, your father's corpse.