An unpleasant sight In a cold, distant scene A red siren howl From the machines With his eyes and mouth wide open You can sense the Grim Reaper
Breathing snakes He died the day he was born Breathing snakes, fade to black He died the day he was born
With our lips intact Put turkey blood bait And his pale, odd forms You can sense the Grim Reaper
Breathing snakes He died the day he was born Breathing snakes, fade to black He died the day he was born
Breathing snakes He died the day he was born Breathing snakes, fade to black He died the day he was bornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
