a constant itch will remain on your face you must eat your own head and spit into space it crawls in your skin and into your spin you must dig in your guts and rip out the lines
one with no head he sits by your side twitching his fingers and rubbing his tights a pool of blood you're full of blood the taste of blood the waste of blood
always talking just speaking the lines ignoring emotions confusing the signs Satan's children rise from your knees believing the lies are hard to conceive
making the ways and issuing souls spit in the face of those who have tolls what do you see and where do you go what do you know and what can you show
vengeance comes and violence goes give them a piece of iron man woes hail to the fury hail to below hail to the horned one the goat that knows
Satan's children looks like a goat Satan's child fly like a dove Satan's children run thru the woods Satan's child all around me Satan's children looks like a wolf Satan's child swim in the sea Satan's children crawl in their web Satan's child is like me
Satan's children looks like a goat Satan's child fly like a dove Satan's children run thru the woods Satan's child all around me Satan's children looks like a wolf Satan's child swim in the sea Satan's children crawl in their web Satan's child is like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
