I'm better than you anyway.
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"..sono contro l'azione, per la contraddizione continua
e per l'affermazione, non sono né favorevole né contrario
e non do spiegazioni perché detesto il buon senso."
Too many questions and no answers, while cancer advances the devil dances in the mantis kind of stances.
I look straight deep in the panther's eyes, I fantasize and realize... The same glances, from the other side, no chances to get out alive.
I dive back into hell, back in the same shell, getting the same smell, standing in front of the same door, same bell.
Traces of blood up on the ceiling, no healing, my face is pealing, my flesh is torn apart. I can feel his fingers across my heart.
I'm ready to witness my own execution, I start freaking out, I hear he's coming up, this time there won't be waking up. No doubt.
For the first time I bend down on my knees and pray for my family, pray for my friends, I even pray for my enemies.
I'm terrorized, I'm petrified, I look through the demon's eyes. I'm about to die, so I fear for my life, what the fuck, I begin to cry.
I'm caught by a strange kind of thought and brought to a sort of attraction to death... For god sake! I take my last breath.
Reflections of the demon in me. I see my face traced all over the place, no gravity, my body's floating in space.
I wonder if this shit is real, it might just be a dream, so I take a piece of glass and cut my throat, that's when I start to scream.
I bash my face against my knees, at this point nothing really fears me.
I scream as loud as I can, but nobody really hears me.
Blood flows, pain grows, the scene is now completely red.
I realize I cannot die, 'cause I'm already dead.
Whoever allows himself to be whipped
deserves to be whipped.
