Black Coma - Mütiilation

Existence as a constant disease…

Anything forthcoming is stained with the absorption of a new torment

The time is running and I don’t want to find any escape

Black coma

Fed up with rotted joys melted with daily pain…

F*ck my life and f*ck myself

Each night is one more step to the end…

And I know the end is coming soon

Black coma

Black coma

Black coma

Black coma

My shotgun has the shape of a glass

Which slowly sucks my essence out

Drink and swell 'till the world doesn’t exist…

Worse is the future and forever will be…

Black coma