Why'd I spit my vile venom
If nobody cares.
Why'd I laugh knowing that,
If tomorrow will be a day of tears.
Why'd I cry knowing that,
One day will be the last one.
I wish god could lend me his favorite lover

The time of a sweet juicy kiss.
She's the one nammed: la grande mort.
If his [bad word] [bad word] my body,
It's just to let me rotten by.

You the almighty: that wich created that.
You must be really vicious,
To make this game where pain and pleasure
Have some  together.

You the almighty: the one who spit that [bad word] Not surprising for a bloody vicious world,
To have a father like you.

Don't believe in love -
No I don't believe in this [bad word]  joke -
Don't believe in love -
No I don't believe in this [bad word]  perverted freaky world.