Kill Yourself کے بول

You have killed yourself What for you have made it You regard life in a detouched spirit But you can't change anything What a noise in your head What there was, an instant of death The howd stretches, there is no help. Yes, you were born of death The bull without will - that's your destiny Do not wait the rest, for ments are coming Shout and rage forever in hell You didn't love yourself, you didn't love life Despised everything, life - is your death.