Suppurated boils cover your face Gushing down your chin, superabundant Pus Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a weightless impression Nailed to a wooden cross Like thumbtacks to a wall
I made you a martyr Like hundreds before Picking you off the hazy streets The missing of a crackhead junkie
Crown of thorns placed on your head now Piercing through your empty skull Snorting up the stench of blood Profane creation, added to my quantum
I made you a martyr Like hundreds before I crack head vigilante Exalted above all lawTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
