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.   A dream of naked bodies dying on meathooks.   The smell of your slaughtered whore-meat   rotting under a blinding sun.      Your last stop - Dead end.   My twisted visions revealed to you.   Youll never understand   this ravishing desire for demise.      Hanged dolls, sing-song.   Bones swinging endlessly.   Hot winds of a funeral day.      I walked through the same old walls.   I smelled the same old dust.   Dust of forgotten times.   Dust of ! shallow lives.