The Dogorez and one mike stand. A small brawl that comes between lovers. It just breaks my heart. I'm pawn life. Calls the world "Arena Grand". Bone gameshow. A small joke Christ plays on the Devil. Nielson rates it well. I'm bleached life.
Mother's womb stop prancing around pyres of fusion hymnals. A world digested, burnt, and beveled. Just await “Q” the troubadour. Move your leg. Move your arm. The arid breast. Dry and cracked. Oozed the milk gnats thrive on. Little girls, so old and wise. Congress votes that Hell is true.
It’s your mind. it’s my thought, but I am the killer. It's all right. You're my daughter. I love you. Come die in my arms, ignore clouds. Avoid rainfall. It just hurts our eyes and skin. Cling to my side, daughter of mine.
II) My Daughter is the Messiah, and She Doesn't Care
In darkness you’ll find me, and I've found that alone only you can satisfy you. Yawns and goes about her day. A piece of toast the morning meal. Sits on down to comb her hair. Brushed her teeth, and with tomorrow she'll do this again.
In darkness youll find me, and I’ve found that alone my gifted eyes love to undress you. The men are always boring you. Take their cash before the sun. Run the Visa to maximum. Instant dinner, the pinnacle of romance that burns you again.
In darkness you'll find me, and I've found that as you sleep my hands will come to caress you. Fleeting thoughts. A simple mind. A messiah's work is never done. Just wasn’t life’s easy love. God sifts farther and farther, and won't come again; right? It's your mind. It's my thought, but I am the killer. It’s all right. You're my daughter. I love you, come die in my arms. Watch the ground. It's a graveyard for those who couldn’t sin. Murder worldwide, daughter of mine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
