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The Bones of Baby Dolls
- wykonawca: Acid Bath
You wanna kill the sun and blot out the stars
I know you you're nothing you're so small
You're fuckin' nothing at all
Laughing into the fire it reminds of you
The slit wrists of the sky bleeding into the blue
We twist beneath forever, but do you know what they've done?
Ants in the after birth, we're slugs under the sun
I could not wake the dead man dreaming
Acid party murder at the late show
Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior
I could not kill the dead man screaming
Eat my dead cock
I have fallen deep in love with the sky
Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife
The leaves will fall as everything must follow
Kill your idol come on jump into the void
Eat my cold shit
Everybody whispers were birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam twisting with rabies
Bloody we run thru these fields of dead daisies
How can I ever make you know what you've done
Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun
I have fallen deep in love with sky
Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife
You wanna kill the sun and blot out the stars
I know you you're nothing you're so small
You're fuckin' nothing at all
Laughing into the fire it reminds of you
The slit wrists of the sky bleeding into the blue
We twist beneath forever, but do you know what they've done?
Ants in the after birth, we're slugs under the sun
I could not wake the dead man dreaming
Acid party murder at the late show
Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior
I could not kill the dead man screaming
Eat my dead cock
I have fallen deep in love with the sky
Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife
The leaves will fall as everything must follow
Kill your idol come on jump into the void
Eat my cold shit
Everybody whispers were birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam twisting with rabies
Bloody we run thru these fields of dead daisies
How can I ever make you know what you've done
Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun
I have fallen deep in love with sky
Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife