Malodorous Scent Of Decay Reeking My Path To The Storageshed Urges Deep Inside The Cortex Raging Through The Cervix Cranial Decay... As I Grab The Saw
Dans les salons bleus de la classe suprieure, on sourit Toucher du bout des doigts les rythmes sensuels assagis Sans rien se dire les futilits d'usage
miles cable claws driller killer ripping holes tattered cloth stained regaining the weather acid rains so sweet sweat streaks downpour on humidity colder
binge cringe on the fringe sloppy mincing eyedropping biopsy cyclops overlooks optic options rotton showstopper skinpopper babbler dabbler self confessed
Well I'm so sick I'm sicker than you Closing walls What can I do Well I'm so sick I'm sicker than you Closing walls What can I do And I feel them in
Somethin' strange is a'happenin' here My baby's actin' mighty queer I picked her up to go to the show We sat back in the very last row I went out to buy
White Breaded Bitches yo soy la última maxima víctima hecha pa' atras, hecha pa' atras valla vete, hecha vete yo soy la soledad unica
Rabies is a killer, is a killer, is a killer, is a killer yeah Rabies is a - killer! If I scream If I yell Mad dogs and englishmen go out in the midday
I'm watching and waiting Disintegrating I know that you hear me If you could come near me But no one can save me now I'm lost, just like a cow Madness
C'est sur les hauts plateaux De la haute region Tu as du prendre tot Une terrible decision Tranchante comme un couteau La plus dure des missions Frappe
der Schwei? gerinnt auf meiner Stirn gluhender Schmerz lahmt mein Gehirn das Sonnenlicht scheint mir vertraut doch es verbrennt langst meine Haut geh
La rage du peuple (X4) Ok, on a la rage mais c'est pas celle qui fait baver, Demande a Fabe, la vie claque comme une semelle sur les paves La rage
Se a sua sogra acordou de bom humor Deu um sorriso e ate dinheiro te emprestou Se ela falou bem de voce na vizinhanca Deu beijinho nas criancas Seu fusquinha
NANDU POPU nu cangiano mai oi none no nu cangiano maii ai ai eee nu cangiano mai ohh no poveri a noi nu cangiano maiiiii RIT sento
Dans les salons bleus de la classe superieure, on sourit Toucher du bout des doigts les rythmes sensuels assagis Sans rien se dire les futilites d'usage
From the doors of the dungeons you know Down to the bloody gates of Hell Men on their knees dying Rather than to rabies smell Will we survive? I say From
