Hate Dept. - Bitch | Текст песни

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• Hate Dept.
• Bitch

Feeling you fade, fanning my face with your last leaf; another rotting tree.
Loosen your tongue, yes, now slip it into me. I'll return the lust, bitch.

Give us your grace, how about some of your sunny weather? To keep me warm.
Give me a touch, not just one of your friendly brushes. Reach into me, bitch.

Give me some fear, more than more of your weaknesses, like a filthy sea.
Licking my lips with disgust and anticipation. I taste your blood, bitch.