I walk along the white corridor,
surrounded with dirty ghosts ,
their hands full of effluvia
hurt the aesthetic of my mind .
I was born a compassion gun
in hand ,to teach them
the ex nihilo ultimate state ...
I walk along the white corridor,
beset with smell of misery ,
my sens of hatred so polite
and politic \'correct spittle...
My boots are polished,
my heart barbed wire ,
beheaded barbie doll ...
White corridor no hope,
lone crow gloomy kingdom ...
Listen zombi the metal melody
on your last popcorns ,
that\'s where the game ends ...
I walk along the white corridor,
jet blood serenity ,lethal jettison,
trigger man in the night ...