I saw the disease open up inside I saw the 6th dimension’s ugly crooked eyes If you take the six and turn it upside down Now it’s a nine and we can finally drown Fuck! Drugs in the bed, sex with the dead, it was hot when she died, forget what she said Cold and refined, blood is my wine, flesh is the best, a severed breast Forget what I said, I’m fucked in the head, I shouldn’t be allowed to beg For any time, for nickels and dimes, the drinking is making me violent You’re getting bothered What’s your problem? Get me off this bus They’ll have their way with us A blunt object… The cellar door, the basement floor, a rusty hacksaw, what is that for? No sob stories, don’t tell it to me, I’ve got arms reserved to kill your family You can give me all your dollar bills, I do this shit straight for the thrills Extension Cord 17, This is truly what I believe is me With the only garden tool that I could see, small and sharp-like, works perfectly to gouge the eyes, I won’t hear your cries This is why I’m so content to watch you die, for the number nine Dumb fucks, so dumb, get killed! In fear we can’t begin to express this written piss Its concentrated waste will prove we still exist But I’m wired, I’m fucking gone And by this time I’ve begun bleeding from the mind And I relaxed because I’ve become accustomed To the vile embryoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
