Vomit Coffin

Oh, vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
I don’t feel blessed
With the vomit
In my chest
I feel like coughing
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin, oh
Queasy green
Rotten scoff
Vomit cough
And when I declared to my design
Like Frankenstein’s monster:
«I am your father, I am your god
And you the magic that I conjure»
The thankless swine
The blasphemous jerk
My creature had no love for me
Which made me berserk
I am covered in vomit
I am coated in sick
I have no name and no place
This is no way to live
So I took over my creation
The spew coated protein
I plugged myself in
And became one with machine
I don’t feel blessed
With the vomit
In my neck
I feel like death
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
Vomit coffin
Filthy green
Rotten scoff
Vomit vomit vomit vomit
Vomit vomit vomit vomit cough