Текст песни The Perverse - Six Feet Under
Open
wounds
are
slow
to
heal
In
life
the
body
withers
more
than
in
the
grave
Living
in
your
coffin,
youre
entombed
The
blood
it
spews,
pus
does
ooze
Insects
reduce
you,
they
consume!
The
perverse
My
motivation
to
kill,
the
inner
need
A
longing
for
your
screams
Beating
heart,
pumping
filth
and
sewage
To
a
brain
unused
dead
and
rigid
Living
in
your
coffin,
youre
entombed
The
blood
it
spews,
pus
does
ooze
Insects
reduce
you,
they
consume!
The
perverse
My
motivation
to
kill,
the
inner
need
A
longing
for
your
your
blood
and
your
screams
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