for all this burn it never hurt shanks around the bend when you’re foaming at the binge
on your serrated edge like a snail that steps the hiss I make is warning to the scoundrels
when you walk the plank tell me what you see moloch in the time of mutiny
when nobody wants to fix this frame the guilt presence starts to vellicate fall into the strangle skip around the neck this albatross is warning with extreme prejudice
when you walk the plank tell me what you see moloch in the time of mutiny
half of the time, I’m never clean filth of my filth, can’t get no relief
half of the time I see the weak don’t roll your eyes if still you can’t see
all of my coins have been taken again they fill your void and still you’re empty
what’s that set of numbers doing? count my fingers till extinctionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
