Bury me beneath the world
Under the weeping graves,
Of the immortal slaves
Save me as i wonder the dark streets
Blinded by lust, and tasteless flesh
From victims that prostitute, unwillingly asking me for death
Put me in a dark room alone
Made of rust and iron-wire crosses
Where the devil makes his wishes
And the world throws balls of gases
Watch as my madness drives me wild
It carves my skin into ruins
And cannibals watch my skin crawl
Let me die in a blanket of snow
Under the autumn sun at 3 am
And bury me beneath the weeping graves
