Snap, crackle, pop Apprentice started with bugs Moving on to the usual stray Graduated to the bipedal ones Purse full of tie wraps and blades Miss Caligula again skipped school...
Conceived the plan long before she could conceive you Wished that laying with fools was unnecessary Pondering torments waiting in store for you Labor pains so volupt comparatively (Please, remain a ghost...)
Pain extracts the essence of life Like fire brings iron out of the ore A carnivorous flower Sets to feast on her yield Daydreaming over Cheerfuk eyes... and rusty hooks
Steadily gathered scalpels and probes left them oxidize for better abrasion Fantasies arising as she felt you grow inside
(Shall raise a being of light!) Precious, much more pleasurable to break Dreamed of her spit blending in with your tears Through a decade long theater play Acolytes have rehearsed for years Should have remained a ghost!
Immah... lama sabachtany? Immah... lama sabachtany? Blindfolded for the surprise Serenaded by "uncles" that you never met Soon they will... snap, crackle, pop... A bone every hour!
Flayed meat now lays wiggling in pain, Crying through lidless drying corneas Watching the world slowly fading away Exhausted soul at last liberated Eludes like a ghostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
