The horror i had
to get thos news that i got
it makes me feel bad
it hurts me a lot.

He's dead, my father
no, this can't be right
you ask me why to bother
but i'll never give up without a fight

Will someone please help him out
i know that he is actually alive
i hear him furiosly shout
even if days passed burial are nine

So every day i go to graveyard
i dig him out of there
it is really fucking hard
because im using only my nails here

My hands are broken, it's not the worst
this rotten corpse, it doesen't smell good
the vomit inside me soon will burst
i standed there, just stood

I shake his body, no response
suddenly it gets so clear
what i've done - it's weird, don't make no sence
this gets from my eye a small tear

Sun goes down and now it's night
only death will give me rest
still shocked from that sight
i take the gun and shoot myself in the chest....