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Tässä saattaapi ollaa Stillbornin tulevaa lyriikkaa eli toisin sanoen mun kahen minuutin rävellys:

Hearing voices under my floor
Complaining about suffering
It must be you, my honey
screaming my filthy name time after time

Seeing these weird lights guiding my way
Making bloody cross on my wall
Again you're distorbing my mind
I'm not bying anything, so look for another mall

Now they passes me by
I'm blind, I must die
I feel their their anger, but I can't see the pain
Suffor is their symbol and death is their god
They tooked me within
eating entrails and drinking blood

I know, I'm ruined
like god's lamb in valley of hell
No excuses, this is it
You're not going to see me anymore