Woorden: Sentenced. The Cold White Light. Luxury Of A Grave.

On day zero my mother was expecting the worst
And out of my father's ass I was born, feet first

"Oh, no."

The most horrendous piece of feces ever forced
To be disposed of is what I was created for

Oh, no...[I'm sorry that I was born!]...so wrong!

When death releases you from me
Just dump my foul remains on some near-by field
- I don't deserve a grave
When you finally get rid of me
Just let my corpse decay...unburied
- I do NOT deserve the luxury of a grave

My worthlessness is something there is no doubt of:
- I am a waste of the filth I was made out of

How low...[I'm sorry I'm still alive]...can I go!?


When death releases you from me
Just dump my foul remains on some near-by field
- I don't deserve a grave
When you finally get rid of me
Just let my corpse decay...unburied
- I do NOT deserve the luxury of...

Oh, no...a coffin would be way too nice
Oh, no...a see-through plastic bag will do just fine

When death releases you from me
Just dump my foul remains on some near-by field
- I don't deserve a grave
When you finally get rid of me
Just let my corpse decay...unburied
- I do NOT deserve the luxury of a grave...