Run away from hell
Please, excuse my smell
Listen, now I`m dead
Fuck my if I sad
Why
You have to give
You`ve to forgive
You have to live
I can fly around
Pleaced of the ground
I can see my friends
Frig their balls with hands
It`s my funeral
Ican see it all
Look - it`s me in this coffin, I`m deaad
All this bastards pretend as thay sad
Fuck my aunt, It`s so terrible sound
Oh, It`s me, I`m at least under ground
You know what I mean
It feel like in dream
You free and don`t care
What stuff you`ve to wear
Come on join me my friend
You`ll find promised land
This bastards will suck
We`ll newer could give a fuck...