歌词
This is the dirt that grows the misery that you suck upon
Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to **** upon
This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom *
Oh silence
I can hear you
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope **
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you
And from your bitter string
I suck upon all your bitter lies
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere
I can hide *&**
Repeat *&**
Repeat
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