Lyrics: Graf Von Baphomet
Music: Alex Menabde
He did not
leave a note,
they usually
leave.
He did not
even clean his room.
The smell of you
alcohol
in the room
And you know,
a peculiar smell
of blood.
It’s all over.
It's all over with him,
It’s all over.
There’s nothing here to do.
He lies on the floor,
probably fell off the chair.
I immediately understood
everything, as soon as I saw his face.
Pale, even white.
Through slightly parted lips
Appeared his yellow teeth ,
It’s all over.
It's all over with him.
It’s all over.
There’s nothing here to do.
For nothing
you circle
him,
trying
to help.
No need
to shout,
I have
a headache
because of
your screams.
He just
got tired
of being
a bastard.
Do not try to return life,
Which emerged from a huge cut on his arm.
Too late to callan ambulance,
Too late to call the ambulance.
Too late to call the ambulance.