Текст песни Lurch.Lung - Grim Salvo , Witchouse 40k
It's
all
bad
It's
all
bad
Gonna-
gonna
make
you
reap
Godheads
on
the
rack
(yeah)
Got
a
fiend
within
me
It'll
feast
on
the
genes
of
the
queen
Where
I
live
is
where
I
bleed
It's
all
bad
It's
all
bad
Gonna-
gonna
make
you
reap
Godheads
on
the
rack
Got
a
fiend
within
me
It'll
feast
on
the
genes
of
the
queen
Where
I
live
is
where
I
bleed
(yeah)
That
methanal
makes
the
mantis
operational
Indigo
mathematics
Broken
acid
god
insatiable
Please
don't
be
silent
I
call
that
bizarro
onomatopoeia
for
clients
I
disguise
my
design
in
the
pines
I
try
and
survive
to
45
Mime
surprise
for
the
plain
eyes
My
old
teeth
I
devise
your
demise
for
thе
site
At
the
site
Gotta-
gotta
feed
him
for
thе
Cytoplasmic
battery
Witness
the
death
of
gravity
Everyone
I
see,
delete
Black
eyes
bleeding
my
agony
Night,
day,
night
Prey
caught
in
the
midnight
Moonlight
Savory
prey
I
flay
up
to
two
times
So
hail
the
cheddar
shepherd,
feed
the
spider
Rip
the
neck
off
little
lobotomized
broken
lepers
Lurching
about
in
the
land
of
the
water
coma
cannibal
crimes
Breathing
the
filth
in,
reminiscent
of
better
times
On
the
gang
Reaching
for
the
light
I
got
a
feeling
that
it's
stuck
inside
you
I
don't
care
what
anyone
thinks
I've
got
to
pull
it
out
She's
bleeding
Superhuman
senses
I
can
smell
the
roses,
iron
fences
I
don't
care
what
anyone
thinks
I've
got
to
save
the
world
My
initiation
got
me
screaming
trees,
butt
naked
Staring
down
the
white
horizon,
eyes
vacant
You
can
find
me
in
the
pantheon
chewing
on
the
idle
faces
Stone
gazes
Chilling
in
the
high
places
Dummy
dust,
dummy
love
Bloody
cuffs,
bloody
hug
Gimme
neck,
gimme
lung
Cutting
checks,
cutting
tongue
I'm
lurking
with
the
steak
knife
Surgery
to
space
flight
Bodies
by
the
wayside
Smoking
on
wood
'til
I
feel
like
a
cabin
I'm
rollin'
extendos
My
Glock
full
of
habits
I've
got
a
hundred
round
drum
in
my
jacket
Might
crack
at
your
skull
Fill
you
up
with
some
lead
like
a
basket
Bali
when
I
mask
it
Shawty
full
of
acid
Roll
it
never,
pass
it
and
I'm
smoking
all
the
gases
Put
you
in
a
casket,
and
light
it
with
matches
Blood
all
on
your
gut,
from
the
hollow
in
your
passions
Cut
you
with
that
stainless
but
hit
you
with
that
rusty
chrome
I
ain't
ever
living
painless
My
past
is
full
of
ghosts
Ayy,
I'm
a
rock
star
not
a
ghost
Ten
holes
from
the
shotty
bullets
in
my
soul
Said,
fuck
your
set
AR,
got
the
weapon
to
your
vest
Like
investments
When
I'm
flipping
checks
Watch
me
flex
I'm
a
spirit,
suck
me
like
a
cigarette
I've
got
chains
now
Covering
all
the
tats
up
on
my
neck
Blegh!
Reaching
for
the
light
I
got
a
feeling
that
it's
stuck
inside
you
Yeah,
millipedes
in
the
weeds
Gold
teeth
on
my
cavities
Where
I
live
is
where
I
go
bleed
What
I
see
Can
I
witness
the
death
of
gravity?
Superhuman
senses
I
can
smell
the
roses,
iron
fences
Gold
teeth
on
my
cavities
Yes,
I
am
Pluto
actually
I
don't
murder
for
me,
it's
deliverance
from
your
agony
Reaching
for
the
light
I
got
a
feeling
that
it's
stuck
inside
you
Lurching
about
in
the
land
of
the
water
coma
cannibal
crimes
Breathing
the
filth
in,
reminiscent
of
better
times
On
the
gang
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