Cyclo - F Lyrics - From The 13th Sun - Candlemass

I read your palm in a bowl of spit 

It's not looking good 

Spirits low, yes life is shit 

I thought you understood 

You say these words, "why just me 

I thought I did so well" 

You're the perfect creep that god forgot 

See you soon in hell 

You ask if I detest myself 

Sometimes, yes I do 

I try so hard to love myself 

but mostly I hate you 

A zombie jerk without a will 

You'd better surface now 

I know I am the king of the hill 

Rather reptile than cow 

The sky is red as I watch you fall 

I know that you belong 

In a green and pink room of plastic walls 

where no light is on 

The proper church of your empty shell 

There is no wrong in staying 

Home is where you hang yourself 

Where you end the pain