Текст песни Isaac - Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Pounds
of
filth,
on
the
back
of
myself
Evil
cannot
smile
Tentacles,
they
are
cellular
There's
hidden
demise
Aren't
they
nice?
Ohh
Aren't
they
nice?
Ohh
Weeks
of
wait,
will
the
doctor
say
yes
Or
no
to
us?
Even
so,
I
will
always
love
you
Tomorrow
is
fear
Ain't
it
nice?
Ohh
My
device,
it
will
call
My
demise
You
pray
and
hound
you
cry
Silent
whimpers
through
the
night
I
know
its
hard,
yet
accept
that
we'll
be
What
it
is,
molds
of
goo
Rotting
in
my
bloodstream
They
swim
in
me
Aren't
they
nice?
Ohh
Ain't
it
nice?
Ohh
My
demise
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