The Grateful Death (исполнитель: Philosophy of Freud)
the grateful death touch me, like razor slice into skin where bleeding so gorgeous no escape, no believe poison me totally, so sweet dying for that to feell unbelievable things before own death when time has gone in wasteful things where nobody have no deal to me i get passing, sweetest crash the grateful death, (Queen of the fate) feed me up with a bullets where cracks get more than free no answers, no questions, nobody's need rape me down on the knees, turn my neck, wrest the veins to feel unbelievable thingsl until own end to live