I really don't know It's in my head It's in my head Let my soul...It's in my head It's in my head
zombies eatin dust in mexico when death sleeps, it dreams of you she asked if it would hurt i smiled and said no the lie ran down my chin like embryo
the end.... Burn my flesh of this rotting shell Grind my bones into dust and ash Send my soul to oblivion Erase these hollow, fucking years Cleanse yourself from my
steps from my evisceration my destination- where the rain meets the dust and my only separation from my pain is my trimulus and plus my self-distrust
I can hardly wait to see her coming down the stairs A demon's playin in my head a melody I can't forget She's a beauty in her sorrow, each step a falling
we were fakers And now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned The factor max that proved the fact is melted down Woven on the edging of my pillow And my
you walk to me, or talk to me Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame You know my fuckin
Damn baby instant glow Do what you will and go Bang baby now I'm dead Lip bullet in my head Damn baby don't you care That I'm puking with my friend
in my sores Purity fades from out of my pores I want all my love back I want all I've done back Head in hands... Head in hands... Head in hands... Head
bloodshed Cowards and beholders, Rapers of my wisdom mix of dust and bones Go back to your abyss, Algalord will not fall but your heads will soon roll
(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Bloss) I can hardly wait to see her coming down the stairs A demon's playin in my head a melody I can't forget She's a beauty
bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants Haven
feet that are paralised on the bottom of loneliness "An image that doesn't stop rotting" The depressing inverted shadow never vanishes again You turn to dust and therefore my
walk to me, or talk to me Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame You know my fuckin name
on do it all my life drawn in my hands i cannot live cannot pretend all my life is slipping away get out of my head, of the sewer of my head big piles
we were Fakers Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned The Factor Max that proved the fact Is melted down And woven on the edging of my pillow Now my
in the forest into sleep I fall Dream in acid I think I see it all Nightly visions of endless disaster Horrifying images take form in my twisted head
