Like a zombie in the night I crawl into the vatican To the bedroom Of the pope To give him hell With my nuckleguards
The eyes in the darkness And a glove Spiked with spikes The sick breath Behind a locked door The will to desecrate keeps me alive
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The sick old man So beloved and wise Oh, hell what can I see ?! There`s a small guy Between his knees I do it better Just let me do!
Come on, old flesh Taste my spikes As I pulverize your teeths Hell yes, blood and iron Oh yeah, I know that you don`t Like my deeds
Not to love you Just for fun I ram my weapon Into your ass You`ll get the sickfuck Of your life Goddamn! Shut up Or I take my knife Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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