Should I listen to your words which fell from your mouth
Dirt will love you as much as I hate you.
Before summer has
come you broke your vows
Just like your eyes, corpses eyes are blue too.
Stay in your coma, in your frustration
Because I had rather to be in this noise
Enough with promises, with the repetition
You buried your life that was full of joys
You grew
and became the devil, itself
It does not matter now, It is over
Packed my memories, put on the shelf
Never to look at them again, ever
There’s a space in hell with your name on the seat
A spike on the chair to make it complete
