Autopsy of Love - Spiritual Front

I expiated hell for 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 have 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 sperm in your hands
And consider me as your worst lover
And consider me as your sinner
The only thing that I want to feel
Is the warmth of your s*x in my mouth
Sing the last verse for your weak lover
I know I'll never see again your consumed face
I will never have your chest against mine
I don't want to know if there will be another man
It could be better to be dead while your car leave me
At the end of this dirty road
Don't look for my lifeless body in this universe
Cause no word will justify our end
Let me die while your breath migrates so far