Spiritual Front - Autopsy Of A Love - Текст песни

I expiated hell of 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've 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 and my 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 yoursex in my mouth 

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 
i 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 will no word will justify our end 
let me die while your breath migrate so far and consider me...