Before the Rains - U.F.S. | Текст песни

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• Before the Rains
• U.F.S.

Drink his blood and eat his body
Floor behind my muse is dead
Do you think that's really funny
Drink his wine and eat his bread

Everything from us just a boring shit
Carrying your darling sickness stove your breath
Second, minute, hour back repeat
Circles of hell on my face born freeze
What's the matter with your greed
For the sake of what I'm seek

Only dirty thoughts for my breakfast
Suffers and screams for my teatime
Don't believe it's really happened
Whore in restroom.. Sex and crime

Everything from us just a boring shit
Carrying your darling sickness stove your breath
Second, minute, hour back repeat
Circles of hell on my face born freeze
What's the matter with your greed
For the sake of what I'm seek

Your access to me denied...
Say goodbye!

Heaven's down, Hell's upstairs
Grateful mishaps from my thoughts
Take with pleasure fear of tails
Happy children from this hole

Everything from us just a boring shit
Carrying your darling sickness stove your breath
Second, minute, hour back repeat
Circles of hell on my face born freeze