O/Oliver & Gumi/The Logical Pink Gizmo and The Gingerbread Man
The smell of the sick A nauseating splatter It scrapes it cracks and clatters An empty Silver platter
Its mottled and its tabby I dont know who to blame A logical pink gizmo Spitting it out soft noises
Its a magician of sort Conjures up the next world People on pedestals are taking turns to be god taking turns to be god
"theres alternating stitches running through your heard" (through my head)
It can run but it cant hide No point picking up the pace My legs are kind of weak But i will catch you soon
Setting up a trap or two for that sapid gingerbread man it can run but it cant hide yes it will crumble soon and by then ill be sane!
A ruse a sham a trick a trap The gingerbread man's last stop It scapes it cracks it clicks and clacks the empty silver platter
Its raw its sweet and sour spit the gingerbread man's luscious taste the jelly chunks and slags of meat the scent attracts the rats and worms
And im a magician of sort I conjure up the next world People on pedestals are taking turns to be god taking turns to~ be~ GOD!
"bloody hell"
It can run but it cant hide No point picking up the pace My legs are kind of weak But i will catch you soon
Setting up a trap or two for that sapid gingerbread man it can run but it cant hide yes it will crumble soon and by then ill be sane!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.