Lyrics: To Kill. Vultures. The Big Sleep.

What will you chose to bring with you, when you'll be under those six feet of pain? All of your gaining now means nothing, was it worth a living, was it enough? Nothing remains, no tracks of your life. There's no value you ever created. Your money, your greed, your material gains mean nothing now that you are nothing more than empty fucking lies. Sleep and die, sleep or die. You were nothing before dying, you are nothing after death