слова песни Infected - Eternal Questiuns Of Existence
Run away from hell
Please,excuse my smell
Listen,now I'm dead
Fuck my if I sad
CHORUS:
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
CHOURS
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