Song | Just Let Me Rot |
Artist | Pungent Stench |
Album | For God Your Soul...For Me Your Flesh |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Pungent Stench, Schirenc ... | |
(by Schirenc) | |
The nightmare started just some weeks ago | |
now I'm almost dead and nearly decomposed | |
first there was only this itching under my skin | |
suddenly the vesicular eruption appeared | |
nodular exrescences spread over my face | |
countless harden bloodclots plug the veins | |
unstoppable the death tissue proceed | |
no medicine can away my pain, death is what I need | |
glandular abscesses inside of me | |
let the digestive system refuse to work | |
my body performs wild contortions | |
because the pain increases every hour | |
the gastric mucous membrane is even destroyed | |
and it's acid corrodes me inside | |
my fingers claw into my putrescent flesh | |
and leave me behind suppurated sores | |
just let me rot | |
if only I could I'd make my sorrow and end | |
but I am already too weak to move | |
so I'm just lying in my own secretions | |
and wait till my body has liquyfied | |
I'm not able to stand up and get me some food | |
therefor I have to eat my defecation | |
hopefully I will be delivered soon | |
I don't want compassion just let me rot |
zuo ci : Pungent Stench, Schirenc ... | |
by Schirenc | |
The nightmare started just some weeks ago | |
now I' m almost dead and nearly decomposed | |
first there was only this itching under my skin | |
suddenly the vesicular eruption appeared | |
nodular exrescences spread over my face | |
countless harden bloodclots plug the veins | |
unstoppable the death tissue proceed | |
no medicine can away my pain, death is what I need | |
glandular abscesses inside of me | |
let the digestive system refuse to work | |
my body performs wild contortions | |
because the pain increases every hour | |
the gastric mucous membrane is even destroyed | |
and it' s acid corrodes me inside | |
my fingers claw into my putrescent flesh | |
and leave me behind suppurated sores | |
just let me rot | |
if only I could I' d make my sorrow and end | |
but I am already too weak to move | |
so I' m just lying in my own secretions | |
and wait till my body has liquyfied | |
I' m not able to stand up and get me some food | |
therefor I have to eat my defecation | |
hopefully I will be delivered soon | |
I don' t want compassion just let me rot |
zuò cí : Pungent Stench, Schirenc ... | |
by Schirenc | |
The nightmare started just some weeks ago | |
now I' m almost dead and nearly decomposed | |
first there was only this itching under my skin | |
suddenly the vesicular eruption appeared | |
nodular exrescences spread over my face | |
countless harden bloodclots plug the veins | |
unstoppable the death tissue proceed | |
no medicine can away my pain, death is what I need | |
glandular abscesses inside of me | |
let the digestive system refuse to work | |
my body performs wild contortions | |
because the pain increases every hour | |
the gastric mucous membrane is even destroyed | |
and it' s acid corrodes me inside | |
my fingers claw into my putrescent flesh | |
and leave me behind suppurated sores | |
just let me rot | |
if only I could I' d make my sorrow and end | |
but I am already too weak to move | |
so I' m just lying in my own secretions | |
and wait till my body has liquyfied | |
I' m not able to stand up and get me some food | |
therefor I have to eat my defecation | |
hopefully I will be delivered soon | |
I don' t want compassion just let me rot |