Letra de Diea
Doom will rain from the skies
Like shrapnel will make you blind
I am eaten by the flies
I am turned on by your wounded cries

I have an idea
I think you should die here
I have an idea
Slit your wrists without fear

Feel the maggots they are your friends
Poison your blood before it all ends

I have an idea
I will slice your rear
I have an idea
Corpses of what you hold dear

Dead children and thunderstorms
Pestilence waits in your Mother's form

This is your last request
You should make it your best
Hell whores ravage you
Your veins are being cut through

I have an idea
I think you should die here
I have an idea
I have an idea

I have an idea!
I have an idea
I have an idea!
I have an idea