Текст песни Living with the Fungus - Devilment
                                                Living 
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                Fungus
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love 
                                                is 
                                                parasitic, 
                                                pathogenic; 
                                                    a 
                                                cage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Departing 
                                                then 
                                                absorbing 
                                                the 
                                                brain
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                is 
                                                engaged
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                visit 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                physical 
                                                stage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                the 
                                                spores 
                                                lay 
                                                dormant
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                they 
                                                leap 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                page
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                imposters 
                                                walk 
                                                among 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Am 
                                                    I 
                                                living 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                fungus
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′re 
                                                sucking 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                from 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                vampiress 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                have 
                                                precious 
                                                little 
                                                time 
                                                for 
                                                kisses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                faking 
                                                control
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                grew 
                                                together 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mould
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                    a 
                                                petri 
                                                dish 
                                                long 
                                                turned 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                madness 
                                                traps 
                                                    a 
                                                bitter 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love 
                                                is 
                                                psychotropic, 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                pocket 
                                                    a 
                                                drain
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                scars 
                                                upon 
                                                    a 
                                                womanhandled 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                so 
                                                plain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Her 
                                                fruiting 
                                                buds 
                                                suited 
                                                me 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                Once 
                                                this 
                                                jar 
                                                lay 
                                                open
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                it's 
                                                closed 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                pain
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                imposters 
                                                walk 
                                                among 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                we 
                                                living 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                fungus
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lost 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′re 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                breaking 
                                                of 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                setting 
                                                rot 
                                                on 
                                                its 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                stop 
                                                the 
                                                living 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                fungus
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                terminal 
                                                blight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seeping 
                                                in 
                                                on 
                                                its 
                                                prey
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trust 
                                                is 
                                                rusting 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                sucking 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                from 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                vampiress 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                have 
                                                precious 
                                                little 
                                                time 
                                                for 
                                                kisses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                taking 
                                                control
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                grew 
                                                together 
                                                like 
                                                disease
 
                                    
                                
                                                Overthrowing 
                                                reality
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                madness 
                                                reaps 
                                                    a 
                                                bitter 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                should′ve 
                                                guessed 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                red
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                was 
                                                strictly 
                                                poisonous
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sick 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                stockinged 
                                                gills
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breaking 
                                                down 
                                                my 
                                                organic 
                                                matter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                trumpets 
                                                announce
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                destroying 
                                                angel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                cap 
                                                tipped 
                                                to 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                so 
                                                tells 
                                                she 
                                                excels 
                                                at
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                fermentation
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′re 
                                                sucking 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                from 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                murderess 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                have 
                                                precious 
                                                little 
                                                time 
                                                for 
                                                kisses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                hate 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                roll
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                grew 
                                                together 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mould
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                    a 
                                                graveyard 
                                                centrefold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                darkness 
                                                reaped 
                                                    a 
                                                bitter 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lost 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                breaking 
                                                of 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                setting 
                                                rot 
                                                on 
                                                its 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can′t 
                                                stop 
                                                me 
                                                living 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                fungus
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Summer Arteries
2 Even Your Blood Group Rejects Me
3 Girl from Mystery Island
4 The Stake in My Heart
5 Living with the Fungus
6 Mother Kali
7 Staring at the Werewolf Corps
8 Sanity Hits a (Perfect) Zero
9 Laudanum Skull
10 The Great and Secret Show
11 Beds Are Burning - feat. Bam Margera
12 Psycho Babble
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