Im a mournful god, aiming to cut off a little bit of your heart Take a look around and youll smell an odour of a hammer of blood Break my stone dreams and listen How the gray messenger walks throughout my house He forces his vile dictatorship to me And i feel blows that cripple my body and soul Ive devised thousands of new death methods In a gray house without windows Where intensly but elegantly i tear down its structures Where bad repetition finally comes to a closure Thanks for blind passion Thanks for lost time Thanks for dysfunctional games Thanks for emotional pain Im a mournful god, wandening into my own isolation My souls purified from the plundering messenger Im disposed of pain, yet i watch painful grief run its course Im a happy killer pulling the tigger And so all my ofences flow down my face Like streams of filthy sludge Im disposed of pain, yet i watch painful grief run its course Im a happy killer pulling the tigger
thanks, tigger, disposed, mournful, messenger