Tłumaczenie: Escape The Fate. Przeciąganie zwłok w Blue Torby się naprawdę Hills Long.
Tłumaczenie: Fleshcrawl. Recykling Corpses.
Tłumaczenie: Gorerotted. Tylko narzędzia i Corpses.
Tłumaczenie: Heresis. Sex, Trupy, Desires.
Tłumaczenie: Ian Brown. Zwłoki w usta.
Tłumaczenie: Sadaharu. Jeśli myśli mogły zabijać, którą oboje Deader Than Corpse tygodniowe.
Tłumaczenie: Bark. Niech Corpses Lie spania.
Tłumaczenie: Ferii zimowych. Po moim trupie.
Non fiction don't believe me that chances I have to take betrayal at its best is always second guessed Try I am healing the pressure so give me a reason
: Opening dead eyes To find that nothing has changed Nothing Dead hearts Pumping cold blood Dead minds With the same tired thoughts That never change
: TELL ME ANOTHER STORY TELL ME ANOTHER STORY Everyone Has Stories, They Bore Me (They Bore Me) The Ends(?) Are Feeling Nervous. Their Stories...(They
: Non fiction don't believe me that chances I have to take betrayal at its best is always second guessed Try I am healing the pressure so give me a
: You tell lies When the truth will do You are the social chameleon What on earth we gonna do with you Slip your neck into a rope Show me a smile You
: Forced deep into the separated cranium of a crusty used up slut: my gigantic rod. Swollen member penetrating her now empty eye sockets, and all other
: She got a corpse Under her bed She had her fun But now he's dead Her mama said Come feed desire Her brother said Hey, throw him on the fire This is
rusted shut, drop-kicked and ignored - on the way to paradises gutter. days turn to weeks turn to months turn to years. pile on the runoff, increase