flock, of perfected, dead it, bloods chop it up And the birds of a feather, fly together Intellaced moving mo' murder messages of me and Leatha Face I
Your Body and Watch You Die!! I'll Remember Times and Clean My Knife, Over Your Dead Body I'll Stand So Proud and Cry So Loud, Over Your Dead Body Latex
love Never so much blood You're a ghost, love Nightgown flowing Your body blue and walking Along the continental shelf You are a dream among the sharks Beautiful and
to the holy text More must die if we are to advance Pray to our god with blood we praise his epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murders
clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me perfection; a murder divine i hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp as i poke and prod
with a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations with a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting the knives are crooning for this perfect
memory Watch as my blood lust seeps out of my nights and contaminates all of my days. The violence playing my song The orchestra of flesh and bone. Don
blood Horror is the bargain of the day Show me more blood!!! Show me more bones!!! Much more than ever!!! More blood!! More and more and more!! More blood!! More and more and
! You have perfected absolutely nothing, In your world where lies, greed and intolerance reign In your Kingdom of the blind, where the one eyed man is king a
the rhythm of the night The chord is a love passion and my shoes look for the balance road while the icy east wind curls up the asphalt of contradictions and
and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb, inve Reverse
and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the
Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop Cause me and Dre and
stops Then padlock your time box and dropped it in a black marsh To Hell and back is where my mind has been And once upon a time I had a friend I thought
in a body bag wearin' them closed casket decorations I got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that ass And it's mandatory, too short
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling, One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me But I practice what I preach And see that these