How good I feel for thee? You smell great disease Cause we're young Fell in from the stars When your skin is shead On a pile of your head Now then, I look so smart
Stove burns on my hands Show them to my friends Make you participate Eyes roll back around When skulls hit the ground Visions to procreate
Heaven should interfere I'm coming from your tears When they wander into their cage So their arms and thighs And their holy covered eyes Just yet, will never age
Stove burns on my hands Show them to my friends Make you participate Eyes roll back around When skulls hit the ground Visions to procreate
Stove burns on my hands Show them to my friends Make you participate Eyes roll back around When skulls hit the ground Visions to procreate
Stove burns on my hands Show them to my friends Make you participate Eyes roll back around When skulls hit the ground Visions to procreate
Stove burns on my hands Show them to my friends Make you participate Eyes roll back around When skulls hit the ground Visions to procreate