I watched into the burning sun
My eyes filles with obsession
An eternal walk towards nothing
An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness

I watched into a dead horizon
My blood falls into the sun
My thoughts drown into emptiness
Stench of death in the air

The sickness of a summer afternoon
My sticky flesh covered by insects
A dream of naked bodies dying on meathooks
The smell of your slaughtered whore-meat
Rotting under a blinding sun

Your last stop - Dead end
My twisted visions revealed to you
Youll never understand
This ravishing desire for demise

Hanged dolls, sing-song
Bones swinging endlessly
Hot winds of a funeral day

I walked through the same old walls
I smelled the same old dust
Dust of forgotten times
Dust of ! shallow lives