Симфония №417 - Реквием по мечте (написана автором после (исполнитель: В.а. Моцарт)
Ugly inside, ugly outside I can't stand to hear their screams, it's all like some kind of terrible dream I close my eyes and I start to drip in sweat When the lights go out I dream of death! I wake up and see the blood, then I remember what I have done I closed my eyes and then I kill- kill- kill When I woke up they were all [bad word] dead! You are so ugly you deserve to die- you deserved to die Crawl inside that ugly brain of yours and I ll get inside my ugly brain twist of fate a twist of the blade- the choices we make, we dig our own graves twist of fate a twist of the blade, beauty they say is only skin deep We dig our own grave, a twist of the blade- I ll dig your grave We re ugly inside- ugly outside 10 dead bodies just a rotting away- I got em all propped up next to me, in my room chopped-off leg a popped-out eye I hope you are the next to die! I feel the ugliness- I hear your screams