Lletres: Acid Bath. When The Kite String Pops. Toubabo Koomi.
We wanna see some blood, we need a new whore
We don't give a fuck we just want some more
We want blood
I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head
Revolt deface resist
Push the button legalize freedom
Let's shoot the president
Rape the queen
And feel the flowers breath again
Inside this dead machine
I'm wading into nowhere thrill kill avenue
Cuttin' her slowly liberty, she crawled to me
The lines that define begin to gray and fade now
Shove it inside her spectro-trippin' on
I slept the last mile on our way to Endsville
Spread your legs, don't look at me
Cut me, rape me, make me free
Breeders screaming dreaming loveless
For the bloodless
White sound, oceans of dreams
I won't be another number on the screen
Shhh, I wanna hear you scream
I won't be another number
White sound, dead black scream
Vomiting this cold mass of hate
I'm gonna push my love
Thru her skull
I have heard abortion
Stories from the leather nun
Holding hands with dead girls
Hiding from the sun
The lines that define begin to gray and fade now
We shoot out the lights and swallow razor blades
I feel nothing for the meat that came before
Liberty, she crawled to me playing the whore
We don't give a fuck we just want some more
We want blood
I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head
Revolt deface resist
Push the button legalize freedom
Let's shoot the president
Rape the queen
And feel the flowers breath again
Inside this dead machine
I'm wading into nowhere thrill kill avenue
Cuttin' her slowly liberty, she crawled to me
The lines that define begin to gray and fade now
Shove it inside her spectro-trippin' on
I slept the last mile on our way to Endsville
Spread your legs, don't look at me
Cut me, rape me, make me free
Breeders screaming dreaming loveless
For the bloodless
White sound, oceans of dreams
I won't be another number on the screen
Shhh, I wanna hear you scream
I won't be another number
White sound, dead black scream
Vomiting this cold mass of hate
I'm gonna push my love
Thru her skull
I have heard abortion
Stories from the leather nun
Holding hands with dead girls
Hiding from the sun
The lines that define begin to gray and fade now
We shoot out the lights and swallow razor blades
I feel nothing for the meat that came before
Liberty, she crawled to me playing the whore
When The Kite String Pops
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