The Fatal Instinct Of Goran Zlatkovich

We live and die alone for the progress
There is no place out for the beast
Stare at world through the eyes of broken hope
Wretched

People we bear the same names
Torture their souls and variations of carnival masks
And a whore from a saint
Difference in the lost world of consumption
Because that day by the treat has been broken
No more gods, nor faith, nor God
This is it
Watch it
Hell

Now you pray for setting free
But I’ll never let you up like the face of humanity
I watch your world apart
Who will disclose you from your dark?

Secure the damps please
We shall prepare this fatted biomass
The atropine wretched before

You take my fucking life and nothing stayed aside
But everything you've done in depths of pain you drown
Drown

Taste the stench of life

Easily
Don’t you fucking hear me, goran?
Surgical intervention
I shall recommend the agony swollen
And you’re fucking dead

So long you've been marking up this earth with filthy stamps
Immaculate, never dying, slowly, directly

The last break down

I deny the human race
You will never walk before a God again
Trapped in cage of word, religion knows
A cancer that devours

Drown
The highest surgery
Abortion of the modern plague
This world is bleeding
Once again