Fire Possessed Lyrics

Clot of vomiting
trembling in the throat
I can't look
At this disgusting world.
Human mass is like
To a herd of dumb cattle
Which must go to hell!
go to hell!

I strike a match in a box.
They have already woken up,
but they don't understand anything.
There is something wet and bad smell around.
Gasoline soaked their clothes.
Burn, bitches, burn!
Your screams are like music!
Blaze, bitches, blaze!
Your pleas for mercy are stupid!

Gas canister
a pack of matches
Screams of pain
Burning flesh

Eyes burst from the heat of flame
skin swells with blisters
Blood boils like water
The body shrinks and turns to ashes

When there is no one left
and I will stop nauseous from people
I'll take a shower of gasoline
And strike a match for the last time