Dracula - Zank | Текст песни

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Tell him "I hate you!
For all of his pettiness!"
Tell him to hang on a bough
With all existing hastiness!
Let him shoot himself in a temple
With a heavy six-round revolver
Let him inject in his veins an ampoule
Of a severe mind-dissolver

Goofy mouths twisted with smirks,
Ripped souls with abyssal cracks.
When did we lost our tracks?
When did we run out of luck?

Tell her: "I will go away,
And I don't care any more,
That I can't find a single reason to stay
And obey weird doubtful Law."
Let her know how happy I was
To be by her feet.
Let her know: I am at a loss
And how bright are her lips.