will you go when this day is over? A gambler's purse lays on the road Straight to your door, snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out of
All of a sudden I feel a chill Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away Skeletons dance, I curse this day And the night when the wolves cry out Listen
Shakes him harder Instructing you well.... Hear me, do you hear the law? All that rubbish inside your rotting mind I am your guardian, I am your fairy Get out
a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of
ugly If I were born as a vulture I'd fly out and circle high in the air And I'd look out for rotting remains And if they weren't quite dead yet A little
comrades stood speechless They looked with uh uh uh uh disbelievin' eyes As those bits of metal and the embers The embers of his eyes, fanned out into
I forgot I tried to remember the chorus I can't remember the verse Cause that song that sent me swimming Is now the life jacket that burst Rotting
success I'm not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex The five six I'm livin' fortune of survival tactics Keepin' my enemies close and all my niggaz out
be on for eons, and eons While many think that they can never play out Get trapped in a time frame and never find their way out I stay off the dramatization
the roaches, rodents, and filth And when there's nothing left, she feeds off herself Why do I think of Amy in this way? She was once a lovely girl running out
Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember my ass Twitchin
time, son And good luck finding your way out Wait a minute, I don't like it in here Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here Let there's dead bodies in
weeks but I don't keep time, I just lay here motionless in this rotting body of mine, I tried fantasy realms and dreaming my way out, it only leads
just a ghost 'cause everybody walks through me If I died in class they would probably say they knew me Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move A dead body rotting
"Shhh...Hello class, I'm Mr. Felcher, Mr. Johson is out today with a virus, so I'll be your substitute teacher this afternoon. Before we get started
but you're dead (No) Maybe I outta go anyway I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth Oh, tell
I drink it, I piss out a laser And cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser I'm a do time I assume I bitch smacked the judge, right out his own court