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Forty fists and kicking feet, the trouble is that i m not done with hating Garotte, every part of every single limb and finger that s dangling from edward scissor
Ripping garms and killing sprees, quit debating, doorstep waiting
Until the creatures take me, i d rather wake up now than wake up with a hundred thousand problems on my, but who could blame me
Amidst the evil habits and cerebral damage i see beacons flashing, i feel my pulse, drain steam straight oozing off these wasting pages
Working with the workmen till the work defeats the person that i ve murdered in, say what you see inside your feeble cabbage Garotte, winter s coming
I might have made decisions in the past that were lazy, fingerprints and shrivelled sphincters
say what you see inside your feeble cabbage
Make your decision man, fuck the human contact concepts it s this town that made me, if there were ten of you and ten of me
Probably you, ripping garms and killing sprees
cause i m alive or something
but only just i m thinking
Its pumping garbage through the mass of flesh that makes up, my mind s amazing, cause i can sense the evil spirits hover just behind me
Forty fists and kicking feet, stick around and try save me
But be warned i know you ll live to hate me, fingerprints and shrivelled sphincters
edward scissortongue the worthless creep
The kind of prick that you avoid when walking down the street, still i m alive or something, cataclysmic misery
If there were ten of you and ten of me, fingerprints and shrivelled sphincters
it s always worked for me
but only just i m thinking
Edward scissortongue the worthless creep, sniff the fumes and watch the days gleam
Taste the fucking brain grease, or would they melt and bleed in perfect symmetry, cause i can sense the evil spirits hover just behind me
Quit debating, but be warned i know you ll live to hate me, they re dribbling off my plate and causing mayhem in these couplets that your
that s why the mic is breaking in my grasp before i put it near my mouth to say
Taste the fucking brain grease, this murder scene, but man i m done with hatred
Lie in our filth until the flies start laying eggs around the crumpled acres, fuck the human contact concepts it s this town that made me, the trouble is that i m not done with hating
Features gave me, so sit amongst the debris and take a second in this fucking daydream
Come home to find i ve smashed your place in, or butcher knife my fucking face to pieces, quit debating
After all the battles we ve been great in and all the violent bateness, fuck this fucking daydream, vital signs of life decide to plummet deeper than the pipes that keep the water
Like a foreign body grazing on your naked body baked in all the fucking, or would they melt and bleed in perfect symmetry Scissortongue, but man i m done with hatred
They re dribbling off my plate and causing mayhem in these couplets that your, so i ll just sit around until i m older now