Letra de The Lustfull

98% of life is pure discomfort Laways on the lockout for Mind altering spectables I try to move I try to hide But my hands are tied up No way I'll improve Got to keep up my delirium Got to keep m nihilistic Way of life true Force my hands Through the mist First priority As a clench my fists I try to breathe I try to feel But my hands are tied No way I'll improve Got to keep up my delirium Got to keep m nihilistic Way of life true That's the last of me you've Got it in your pain Your safe surroundings Bores me to death I'm blessed with the Art of self implotion My fuse burns faster That even before My - fuse - burns - faster Drenched in hypedermic Lustfull sensation That nowadays seldom come