| By sick fate we are born | |
| They should have used condoms | |
| Everything is being blamed on us | |
| Mistakes, their fuck-ups | |
| Weight of the world on shoulders | |
| Mentally so close to breakdown | |
| Life tends to become distorted | |
| When everything is shit except piss | |
| Suicide is not a solution | |
| But it remains an excellent option | |
| Perhaps the time is ripe to go | |
| Time to harvest what we have sown | |
| From wet womb we are torn | |
| Thrown in their nightmare world | |
| Year after year being pushed too far | |
| Till we cross the final line | |
| Suicide is not a solution | |
| But it remains an excellent option | |
| Perhaps the time is ripe to go | |
| Time to harvest what we have sown | |
| Rotten seeds have now grown up | |
| Separate them from the good ones | |
| May all deathwishes come now true | |
| And conclude that: | |
| B.16.15.18.21.24.25!!! |