Clinical Death

Clinical Death



is he in the clinic ?
- yes
- oh i dont mind, no one minds,even god dont mind if you want to know
it was like a broken widow chemicals a lot of time ago, and you never saw it, you never give a fuck to my appearance or my body.
i was walking down the street quietly and they say "oh no, there is the loser, there is the asshole" then one of them came running just to slap my face, what should ive done ? i should fight with him? i should fight ? i should have fighted with him when he have 5 friends waiting there to kill me ?
i cant fuck with my beautiful face


i will make you laugh
i am empty and lonely
oh the mud is so precious
and the dance of the days
the peninsula falling down the old and blue sea

he is in the clinic, but who cares ? if i was in a clinic no one would go there, its not me its not you, its only two kings fighting in this world, should i serve the prince ? the prince of the lust,of the murder, of the fist fuck ? or should i serve god ? the good, the good, the love, you know what this word mean ? the love, i dont believe in love, and who believes in love? theres only assholes making bullshit and telling lies to himselves

look the fucking grey sky above, the grey sky above is turning more grey
and getting fucking black, and there is you waiting the darkness come and we will die
but i dont mind, and who will mind ?
no one fucking cares and no one fucking mind
and we dont exist

i know you dont like
the phone, the fuck
the lust for life, the precious
the alcohol, my old good wine
my friends
the lie
the lies behind

i am waiting you to fight, im waiting you to fight tomorrow i can do my great bullshit again the great fucking school and i hate the school and i have to fight in the school and lose in the fucking school
and who cares ? god dont care, even the devil dont care, i sell my soul to the king who helps, the king who helps, i sell my soul
clinical death, some kind of repair
so piss off