Pinkly Smooth The Body Of Death Of The Man With The Body Of Death
Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And, oh, you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dreams
It's on your waking face
A morning you will no more sink in sorrow
Led me to rot
And I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
And I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And, oh, you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dream
It's on your waking face
A morning you will no more sink in sorrow
Fight the fever
Burn like fire
And I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
And I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
Little girls laugh at and go
So I go just like
Animal and bite nails
Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold on
Run away, run away, you're in the devil's kitchen
Run away, run away, you're in the devil's kitchen
Run away, run away, you're in the devil's kitchen
Run away, run away...
I don't buy, I don't buy
What you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
And I don't buy what you're selling me
And animal things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
The body, the body, the body of death (x7)
