you - shine like the sun you - let your sorrows behind we - we just relax we're alone now we're alone now, baby give me your body let's fall into ecstacy
part of this society but it's me who can change a lot is it wrong to say that I am god? All songs composed by P. Pitchfork Produced by Spill Es Guest
the sun reflects on the red salt water squiring bodies, death screams crunching backbones, blinking hooks laughing people again it's time for the slaughtering