It’s kind of creepy when you’re out of Control Lonely You’re like a walking corpse without A soul Lonely Why am I not surprised Born to tell the perfect lie Oh what a feeling being one of a kind Lonely
I feel sad I feel sedated My touch is overrated
Wake up dead in the garbagecan I got a feeling that I’m in my best Wake up dead in the garbagecan I’ll pretend I wake up dead
Give me a moment Got a story to tell Hold mean affectionate boy but he’ll wake up In hell Hold me With all your grease and reptile smile In your grave there aren’t no lies Oh what a maggot brain My devil inside Hold meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
