Killer stress chips away
Once was strong now decayed.
Broken teeth in a wooden box,
smile for me now, brother, all is lost.
Everything dies or fades away
Ash to ash, last remains.
Counting down your precious days.
Death means nothing, all a waste.
If you're just waiting to die, you're already in hell.
The end is nothing but an empty grave. See it there. Read your name.
Cut down a tree to build a cross.
But don't eat the fruit, or all is lost.
Fuck your preaching pointless rules.
Death is my own, our days are few.
Death means nothing, empty grave.
See it there, read my name.
Counting down your precious days,
Death means nothing, all a waste.
Chaos is your god, now, suffer not the false prophet to speak.
Chaos is your god, now, an empty grave waits patiently.
Chaos is your god, now, afterlife is a hole in the ground.
Chaos is your god, now, an empty grave waits for me.
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