Never ask why, never explain what.Time got married to a snaileverything's moving too slowthat's whyToo much of woes burying my flesh aliveunder six feetwhere only bones remainJust too much of spare timeto gaze and gazeat nothingnessof emptinessNever ask why, Never explain what.
my wish upon your wishIn the darkest room on a lonely chair, your body tied with rope.A small window just to envy you with light you've been deprived of silently you wish upon yourself to dieFoolish! you know you can't dieso easily just when you want itoh now your mouth gaged, your nostrils partially blocked your ears tortured by cold wordsthat reflect echoes on the walls of that empty room Oh, Son of a feeble man! may your seeds never growinside a womb of any women nor warmth of her ever keep you warm Yet- may you live thousand years, suffering ! This is my wish upon your wish.Burn.Burn.Burn alive, with this of my rage.