I watched into the burning sun.
My eyes filles with obsession.
An eternal walk towards nothing.
An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness.

I watched into a dead horizon.
My blood falls into the sun.
My thoughts drown into emptiness.
Stench of death in the air.

The sickness of a summer afternoon.
My sticky flesh covered by insects.
dream of naked bodies dying on meathooks.
The smell of your slaughtered [bad word] meat
rotting under a blinding sun.

Your last stop - Dead end.
My twisted visions revealed to you.
Youll never understand