look at this bug,i bet he's got a pistol in his pocket it ain't dying it ain't screaming either,no he's gonna crawl into ur bones he's gonna steal ur heart through ur veins in the most depressed ways,he promissed to himself the skin that howling down the river the soft long laugh,she may fall over the retribution is quite as singing
ur hideout was found by they search he's gonna crawl some more,im sure the taste of the silk flower is now a shout of the bullet that's big surprise
he travelled to the China three fucking hours weeping in the road of the guilt and desire,yeah
yeah he's gonna crawl some more yeah he's gonna crawl some more he's got a gun,look out,it's coming right now look at urself,u r just falling drop dead