Sterbhaus - Deathwizz (2012, Angels For Breakfast …And God For Lunch) | Текст песни

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• Deathwizz (2012, Angels For Breakfast …And God For Lunch)

Genre: Death/Thrash Metal

In the halls of the soon to be dead
They lie sleeping, waiting until they’re fed
To the hall-monitor of death
In the corridor of the fallen few
Now he knows just what to do

What the fudge!
I’m sick and tired of your shit
Wiping your pick when you can’t go to the can
I never chose to clean your soil for a living
But here I am stuck knee-deep in the filth
Of an old man smiling with a toothless grin
A bed wetter never amounts to that much

Tinklefaery whisper in my ear
Pee and die but no one seems to hear
The Reaper comes to spay you in the night
A ghost to some, a savior to the one wiping in white

There is no one to save the one who’s peeing in the night
Discolored sheets shouldn’t mean working overtime
A lesson, a nightmare, a fluid from inside
And an ancient pee-stick
A horror of the white dressed man who feeds you everyday
Now in a black robe – And the game is on
Urinate in bed again and there will never be a better time to meet the dead

Tinklefaery whisper in my ear
Pee and die but no one seems to hear
The Reaper comes to spay you in the night
A Ghost to some, a savior to the one wiping in white

Ugly prune face how I hate your smell
Smell the boney finger of your hell
Hell is where you’ll end up once I’m fed up
Pulling my pranks
...P!!!

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