[2004] Showbread - 8. Welcome to Plainfield Tobe Hooper | Текст песни

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• [2004] Showbread
• 8. Welcome to Plainfield Tobe Hooper

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles
Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic
Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent with love to you
To serve a will more shallow still than paramecium

Ia??ll bet your hands are beautiful
Ia??m sure your head is beautiful
But the world is ugly
The world is ugly and ita??s true

Ia??ll bet your hands are beautiful
Ia??m sure your head is beautiful
But the world is ugly
The world is ugly even after you

Invertebrates now contemplate your lavishing and humble service
All set to hide behind the guise that this empty thing cana??t hurt us
Sensationalized for virgin eyes, ita??s graphic, ita??s disturbing
And ita??s worse still to think ita??s real, degrading and unnerving

Ia??ll bet your hands are beautiful
Ia??m sure your head is beautiful
But the world is ugly
So the world is ugly even after you

Ia??ll bet your hands are beautiful
Ia??m sure your head is beautiful
But the world is ugly
The world is ugly and ita??s true

Ia??ll bet your hands are beautiful
Ia??m sure your head is beautiful
But the world is ugly
The world is ugly even after you


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