Spiritual Front - Autopsy Of A Love

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 [sing the last verse for your weak lover] 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 It 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...