The Bride - Murder Most Foul | Текст песни

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I let her sink, she'd hate to wake,
I ripped her lips off of her face
And store them now, with her guts in a jar.
I can't take, I hate the way,
That blood runs in your fuckin veins.
Don't mess with this, bitch,
Your fucking blood will fill an empty vial, with your guts.
Yeah bitch.

Isn't it obvious? You will die.
You regret something you'll never see.
And I refuse to die alone, (I know)
I saw into blood,
Meet my fucking end.
And just this keeps her busy,
Found out what she hates.
And I know, that I won't be able to keep marrow of my date.
Anticipating, I picked her like a string,
Every picture made for me, so fuckin fake.
Stay awake through this or I'll cut your fucking dreams.
I've skinned her face and yours, and that's all that matters to me.
I've learned something more, to now choke her,
While wiping this bitches smile, into a fucking frown.
Such a fucking slut.

All, All that matters to me will be the end

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