07 - About Me

I'll smash your door with kicks and punches
I'll watch your smashed certainty diffused on my skin
Your eyes exploded in panic feed my want to cut your face
Your pinned eyes are my target
Tense nerves, swollen veins, deep breaths
Body and mind towards just an end

I wonna kill you
There's no excuse

Sweat, blood and spits
No way out, no chance to be saved
Meet your death like a flower blossoming in your lungs
I could have been a trail of smell in your daytime
But you instigated, played, mocked to my rapture
Your cries can just suck my dick

I wonna kill you
I don't give a fuck about your opinion

I drag this massive hate and can't help my life
When I'll choose to accept what I feel inside... You'll pay for this

For you this will be your last breath
The last choked memory of an unfocused body
Tortured lives in my head

I would have preferred not to meet anyone of you
This stupid boredom and false interest have drawn me far away
I lose myself at each and every step
I disown myself each time I open my mouth
I lose myself every time I meet you

I wonna kill you
I don't give a fuck about your opinion

I drag this massive hate and can't help my life

For you this will be your last breath
The last choked memory of an unfocused body
Tortured lives in my head

- Jacopo Battuello -