Mommy was a creature Daddy was a preacher Mommy ate daddy alive The children cried boo-hoo But we all knew who made poor daddy die
The puppeteer's done got you And now the truth will rot you Tied by your veins to the tips of your fingers No right way !!!
I just wanna be me I'm the one that gets blamed And now I'm slitting my wrists Won't be your puppet veins
You motherfuckers, gonna die So don't even try So I take control and take hold of the knifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.