Rock Del Suicida

Dazed from so much suffering
In my bag, I carry a missile
As they run far from me
They're cowards, they want to live

I'm a suicidal
I came to blow up with you
I came to blow up with you
And let the end come

My ideas are going to explode
In my belly, I carry dynamite
I'm a fan of religion
And in death, I find forgiveness

I'm a suicidal
I came to blow up with you
I came to blow up with you
And let the end come

I give my life to exist
I already told you, I'm like this
And my fruit is destruction
In death, I find forgiveness

I'm a suicidal
I came to blow up with you
I came to blow up with you
I came to blow up with you

I came to blow up with you
I came to blow up with you
I came to blow up with you
I came to blow up with you

And let the end come!