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