Spiritual Front

I expiated hell of few minutes of passion there's a stone above my head
That suffocates my impulse and a weapon on neck that arms my madness
Make a destruction of me, make annihilation of me
There's a sense of end in our tired eyes and the smell of alcohol in your mouth
I will not kill myself because i've no pictures in which I smile
And consider me as your worst lover
and consider me as your sinner
the only thing that i want to to see
is my defeated and my sperm in your hands
And consider me as your worst lover