Eternal Questiuns Of Existence Lyrics

Run away from hell
Please, excuse my smell
Listen, now I'm dead
f**k my if I sad

Why
You have to give
You've to forgive
You have to live

I can fly around
Pleaced of the ground
I can see my friends
Frig their balls with hands

It's my funeral
Ican see it all

Look - it's me in this coffin, I'm deaad
All this bastards pretend as thay sad
f**k my aunt, It's so terrible sound
Oh, It's me, I'm at least under ground

You know what I mean
It feel like in dream
You free and don't care
What stuff you've to wear
Come on join me my friend
You'll find promised land
This bastards will s*ck
We'll newer could give a f**k...