Cully Culpa Cultrate Lyrics

Scribble the death of one's emotions in a shit paper
and send him a hell!
The oddities have to end all of this boredom.
Avoiding to meet the cohorts the eyes can born -
remains the ashamed!

You were the bile not but the neurotic conclusion
and you created this fallow final act
of two souls which used to be binded;
and who dares blame the carver in spite of the butcher?

A so sad reclusion of decisions
that smuggled the whole cowardice,
a thorough mutation of character,
a perfect total transition spurned the useless half of the whole self
and ashes were lost in the breeze!

You stalk the darkness of futility
without even knowing,
disturbed the silent waters and tranformed to its ribs.
What a morose dementia awaits for you!
What a fair judgement!