Teksty: Wumpscut. Bloodchild. Koslow.

They were slaughtering these spring lambs?
They were screaming
And about ro rape your sister?
And you ran away?
How does it feel that your brother's on the run
How does it feel that your brother's on the run

And about to kill your mom?


He works at a firm named koslow
He works at a firm named koslow
Koslow


Koslow
Koslow
Koslow

He works at a firm named koslow

He works at a firm named koslow
He works at a firm named koslow