The Body Of Death Of The Man with the Body of Death
Little lover look into my eyes The only things that make you wanna die. And oh you will And little songs and other things are gone Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one And all the whispers in your dream It's on your waking face, a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.
Led me to rot...
And I don't buy what you're selling me ... and things are killing me But I'm on top of it.
Little lover look into my eyes The only things that make you wanna die. And oh you will And little songs and other things are gone Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one And all the whispers in your dream It's on your waking face a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.
Fight the fever Burn like fire
And I don't buy what you're selling me ... and things are killing me But I'm on top of it.
Little girls laugh at a go So I go just like animal and bite nails Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold
Run away. You're in the devil's kitchen
I don't buy, I don't buy what you're selling me ... and things are killing me But I'm on top of it.