HORSE The Band - Cutsman | Текст песни

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Whats that?(Fire from the gods)
I don't know.
The power glove...


THAT LITTLE BASTARD, with his tricks and vile forms of play hacking shaving slicing mutillating all that gets before him, all that gets in his way.
Coming around down the stairs. wood cracks beneath my feet, my hand slips across the rail collecting dust on my finger tips. I came into a dark room the smell of wet stone of many years then there was a bubonic retard playing games with empty stairs was a..
LITTLE ANDROID MAN HALF THE SIZE THAT I AM SCISSORS ON HIS HEAD SCCCIIISSSOOORRRRSSSSS ON HIS FUCKING HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Little android man-born without a soul without that force of reason- the scissors took control. Little android man- born without a heart if he's in your vicinity he'll cut you apart! Here he comes bring it down it's just a game Don't look back he's right behind and here's your piece of mind. (cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut) little android man, born without a soul without the voice of reason the scissors took control! little android man, born without a heart if hes in your vicinity he'll cut you apart. Counting it down until your death counts on his fingers.. 1 2 3 4 LITTLE ANDROID MAN NEVER- NEVER - NEVER TRUST A LITTLE ANDROID MAN HE'LL CUT CUT CUT CUT

OUTRO:
I love the power glove. It's so bad..

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