M/Medea Rising/Cinderella's Mouth Tastes Like Chicken
With a twilling of an eye it's done You've settled the score But does your conscience know something else as you As you pretend Suck this fucking whore Suck this fucking bitch A teardrop, crystal, flawless, perfect Shining like a star From the deepest place of seas Arises from your eye I feel some kind of pleasure So take this fucking razor, And show some abstracts on your face She likes to shine like a star for me I set her carcass ablaze She likes to shine like a star for me I burned down her disease Come closer Ill take you in my arms With hands on your throat And take your last breath Come closer And get down on your knees I'll free you from your disease I'll set you free This distance is forlorn hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
