Do you mind
To lay back and die?
I’m all over you
Poking your eyes
Poking your eyes
You will be dust soon
You will be food for the tree
No coffin
I will lay you down on the grass and let you bleed to death
You can’t see what is coming your way
The storm is running
You will shake
My rage will explode in your face
Do you mind
To lay back and die?
I’m all over you
Poking your eyes
Poking your eyes
Do you mind?
Do you?
I don’t think that you can resist it
I don’t think you will win it
Down you go
Down, down, down
Feel the wet grass
Eat it
Feel the cold wind on your face
Scream to it
You will die, anyway
You can’t survive
You will die
You will die
Die