Besedila: 8 Foot Sativa. Season For Assault. Whats Lost Is Tomorrow.

Suffocated with no way out
Caught in an eternal time frame
Desperate for a new connection
Reaching out I'm blinded
It seems to me I have no future
When what's lost is tomorrow
I've been ruled out I can't move forward
Never. ever again

Time. the time has come
To destroy. what's inside
The black in my mind
I can forsee
What's in your eyes
There's no time
Fuck it all

Victimised and strangled fuck this
Take away my exsistance
Punishment is what you're seeping
A new life for me it's over
Believe in this you will stand grieving
I'll snap your back for this shit
Once free I'll enjoy tourture
Forever. never again

It's not forgotten

Blood red. you'll gag
I'll rip your throat
Before you choke
And grind this dagger through your head

I breathe. I bleed. I see
Whats become of me
All these thoughts have bought
The evil out in me
I don't want to live
On this filthy ground
I just want to die. want to die.

Mutilated you crawl while bleeding
Revenge is so sweet. exhilarating
Dominated. crushed by my hate
Look into my eyes and beg got your life
Your arrogance has dissipated
Self appointed my blood lust cravings
Draw your last breath and see the passion
I smile your body is limp and lifeless.