اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Forced to fit you burdened twit, placed high pedestal
Nothing matters more than the inevitable fall and so we crash
Flick the switch, you're plucked from it
Interior abandonment
To be unconsumed by you, would shed me, this rotting skin
So gather round my expectation
Come hither in my aggravation
I'm fed up with this bunk relation
I Invite YOU to MY celebration
Apparently unconditioned now
Concentrated pulp of my existence,
I am free of it, your flatulence,
insult me, repulsive tongue you can taste me
Its what you've been waiting for
