Up to a stake You cannot understand Filled with ignorance You watch them eat your friends Ask for evidence A hook right through your tits Torn to pieces
Bản dịch: Death. Torn To Pieces.
Death your final pleasure Torn to pieces Torn to pieces Torn to pieces Torn to pieces Torn to pieces Torn to pieces Torn to pieces Torn to pieces
black ballushies on, Jab you till your motherfuckin face is torn, (Uh-huh) Toungue is gone, (What else?) 3-piece suits is worn, Hate yall faggot ass niggas thats scared to death
for you to focus and 10 is death of the firstborn If I said it was questionable the religions would make it a point to get at me and battle me maybe have this verse torn
life and death" She said, "I've had enough of both" A girl called Johnny Who was not scared They'd have torn her to pieces but Who would dare? I remember
dream of death, I cast the spell Intertwine your mind with mine, dreams become reality Enhancing the imagination, murder is my infatuation Killing off generations Families torn to pieces
up Is their revenge With no remorse They slash him, disfigure Undying hate His torment endless He's torn apart And they cut the pieces smaller The
know Blood They live, they thirst Blood Coalesce Pieces become a whole For their strength Blood is absorbed Rancorous Aeons of building rage Death
Sing deaths silence Silence... Air fills the holes The shadow takes my place Water fills the veins The lies occupt my tongue Breathe Bleed Breed... The dark seed The pieces
Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else it's torn to pieces while
I feel inadequate That extra mystery puzzle piece that doesn't fit That birthday candle that doesn't stay lit I feel like shit How can I reinvent myself
Corpses Abducting People - Massacring Them Used In Experimentation Bloody Useless Vivisections Scientifical Immolation Cadavers For Weird Dissections Assassinated - Horrible Deaths Eviscerated - Ablated Entrails Torn To Pieces
ration Emaciated bloody prey Morbid succulent consumption Edible human carnage You are considered Only a piece of flesh Quartered and torn to pieces
delightfully assailed Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity A lover you have found, six feet down Licking from my skin the moist lividity Torn
dies Birth and death in one fell breath, extract the corpse from her guts The morbid birthing cavity is lavaged, torn and cut Another tiny life that
a while the source of the sustenance barely even matters Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glut Piece by piece you are fed the chicest cuts As the
