It came like a firestorm, its a sickness
My fave tirned green am like a grass insect
My lips are shut, my heart is speaking
My temperature is almost a hundred degree celcius

I have the taste of an earthworm's blood in my mouth eat, i kick the food to the ground
I feel like the lungs in my belly is missing
Like am stretching to grab my last breath

Am not scared of men in black robes
Not scared of withering the white rose
Cos i got the black robe in my wardrobe

If am on my way to die you should clear my way
Am trying to wash away this stain
It all reminds me of the end

Sometimes i feel like i should die to end the pain