Vertimas: Corpse In Your Coffee. Blogas Shot.
Vertimas: Corpse In Your Coffee. Čia ji vėl.
Vertimas: Corpse In Your Coffee. Tai Judgment Day.
Vertimas: Corpse In Your Coffee. Mama ir tėtis.
Vertimas: Corpse In Your Coffee. Nr Sanity.
your navel Open your face and pour milk in your forehead Count the bodies, that's four dead Look behind your fuckin' back With the drill bit in your
I eat women, I'm a cannibal And a necrophiliac too I make bracelets out of bodies And coffee drums made with flesh Organs frying in my kitchen And the skin of your
I'm done dreaming, at least for today L'amour existe encore: Quand je m'endors contre ton corps Alors je n'ai plus de doute L'amour existe encore When I fall asleep against your
generation Sickle star hammer stripes stripe sickle stars hammer star corpse Knighthoods lands and refinement for yesterday's bullies derision and Criticism of today's SNAFU coffee
for the privilege Two lives, one is chores for whores One is where I wanna be when you begin regretting yours And I'm boredom with a large coffee Tardy
oddly distraught Gentle laughter when I'm telling jokes at your dead pool party I am a necromancer of an exquisite corpse I'll cry ten minutes in your
to scare out fears away A slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate A muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain But it's really just a desert corpse
to the Mr. Coffee. Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, Overtime for the corpse. Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. Hypnotised by the look in your
to the mr. coffee pour myself a warm black existence 9-5 at the morgue overtime for the corpse hypnotized by the hum of the freezer hypnotized by the look in your
was me, who put some Drain-O in her coffee. Now that she is underground i'll know that youre not hanging 'round for her, not for her. now I know your
's just a train stop away. He's just a note on your grave. He's a scar in your brain. He's a match in the rain. He's a corpse with no name. He's got crude
've made to scare out fears away a slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate a muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain but it's really just a desert corpse
