Listening, Listening
And every hand is framed
That gang of hours
still call themselves a day.
Call it shades and subtleties,
Enraged, grey generalities, Whatever
‘Cause I’ll still call it plain.
CHORUS
I’d like to get enough to get
Enough to get by.
String along and wave goodbye
I never lost my head but i think i ll just go home now.
yesterday i felt the same i guess i ll just believe her.
just leave and you ll see.
oi! figure out what you say to me cuz i don t want to believe...
Under the flesh
Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed
Their coldness induces me endless defilement,
re-occuring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for myself
Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation
A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied,
mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh
Cutting off the body s head drinking...
As we emerge from the woodwork
Step in to the front
Take control
Its like clockwork
Well I knock first
To pre-warn of my presence
About to enter
And overflow the trauma center
So recommend ya to think twice
FitnRedi dishin...
I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes
I...