I know you're felling good
with no concrete answers and all of this, is my foult.

Now that I saw this
I put you inside the grave, that you've digged to me.

Don't give a reason, to turn this worst to you..

I hate, stay next to you,
your laught sufocates me,
all I need is push my eyes,
to see you sulfur and die.

I can hear you scream, it makes me well,
and all the blood in my shoes will have no comming back.

All the lies that you allways tell
won't have sense without your head,
inside, the jar of lies.