Paroles de C.F.C.(Cancer Fucking Cancer)

Gather round all to see, reborn misery Doctors stand in my way, my path to death Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer Cancered guts spilled out (with) therapy Chemical injections, lab poisons, infections Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer Praying for death as you can see your life fading Lying there (in a) terrible state as (the) cancer's growing Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer...