Jag ser vrlden genom solglasgon
Du str vid Herr Ddens smrttrskel
Du r en perfekt start p en usel dag
Allt du glmt, och allt du frtrngt,
Nu kommer hela alltet ter tillbaka,
Likt tusen och ter tusen knivhugg,
En isvind av AIDS-infekterade rakblad
Jag kallar dig fr "hora" av en anledning
Det var som en frusen natt i S:t Petersburg,
D ststatskylan inte direkt var p din sida
Tunt, stripigt hr, trdar av sjland
Gaserna, utsndrade frn din anorektiska,
Lungsjuka kropp, var kvvande
Kldd i trasor, drabbad av knssjukdomar
Du blir neddragen i det kolsvarta frdrvet
Trar ger ingen fribiljett hrifrn,
Istllet drog du otursdagens nitlott
Du har alltid varit dd i mina gon,
Du ska nu bli det i andras, ocks
D fr vrlden, som hrnst str p tur
Sakta frsvinner ditt korta liv
Jag ejakulerar p ditt benvita lik
[English translation:]
Blank Lottery Ticket
I see the world through sunglasses
You stand at Mr. Deaths threshold of pain
Youre a perfect beginning of a shitty day
Everything youve forgotten, and everything youre repressed,
Its all coming back now,
Like thousands and thousands of knife stabs
An ice-wind of AIDS-infected razor blades
I call you a whore for a reason
It was like a frozen night in S:t Petersburgh,
When the coldness of the eastern states werent on your side
Thin, lank hair, threads of soul-distress
The gases secreted from your anorectic,
Lung-sick body, were choking
Dressed in rags, suffering from sexually transmitted diseases
Youre being dragged down into pitch black ruin
Tears wont help you escape from here,
Instead you got the blank lottery ticket of the day
Youve always been dead to my me,
Youll now be dead to others as well
Die for the world, which is next in line
Slowly your short life is fading away
I ejaculate on your bone white corpse
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
