كلمات Black Coma

Existence as a constant disease... Anything forthcoming is stained with the absorption of a new torment The time is running and I don't want to find any escape Black coma Fed up with rotted joys melted with daily pain... Fuck my life and fuck myself Each night is one more step to the end... And I know the end is coming soon Black coma Black coma Black coma Black coma My shotgun has the shape of a glass Which slowly sucks my essence out Drink and swell 'till the world doesn't exist... Worse is the future and forever will be... Black coma