Life is a long lived torment
Haunted by our useless existence
The world will still keep decaying
When we're all in our grave

Depression

Live is morbid hell
Precious? I think not
Who cares about the fellow man
Your all just a bunch of fucking bastards

Depression

Your life will one day cease
You'll lie there in a box
What have you accomplished?
Compared to what you've lost

Depression