I am filling the blanks
Creating all of your dreams
I am writing your novel
You'll die like spit in a swallow
Three seconds of frenzied fear
Five moments of absolute joy
Seven seeds, rotten grain
When will you sow the reasons of pain?
Pieces of feces keep pushing out
Screaming with pain - you're dying so loud
Nothing you will do in life will ever turn out right
I am filling the blanks
Creating all of your dreams
I am writing your novel
You'll die like spit in a swallow
Three seconds of frenzied fear
Five moments of absolute joy
Seven seeds, rotten grain
When will you sow the reasons of pain?
Pieces of feces keep pushing out
Screaming with pain - you're dying so loud
Nothing you will do in life will ever turn out right
You smile
You laugh
You run
You obey
We'll live longer than you
Pieces of feces keep pushing out
Screaming with pain - you're dying so loud