Verruca from Sickness by Burden Of Hatred

For rot already inside no place
You give the others try this grace
They will not understand
Until begin to rot they fucking hands
Steep into the sea and Get the bottom of the second
You generates the dirt again, envelops toxic fallout
No place inside
No where to hide
Easier throw away the garbage of window and go to sleep
You probably thought you hiden all that everything can be keep
We are all sick
Now you die quick

[Chorus: Our refuse on rotten heads start the proves that we are dead
Ourself deceived, really we nothing don't abort
We probably just a warts. Distort!]

Looking my yes so philosophic
I feel your incentive catastrophic
It must be very far away
While someone palm off us every day
It makes me turn fucking paranoid
Afraid everything, be wholly destroyed
Someone today make suicide
Or will take another life

Heads crash up against asphalt
They just say what shit can happen
Say why and when I know?
Living ignorance, all troubles gone

Whare way to live
Have way to die

[Chorus]

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