Текст песни the logistics of cutting up a corpse - handkerchief code

You motherfucker
What have you done this time?
I expect nothing less from you
But this still shocks me
To my core
Your walls have that natural red color
From the brains of that motherfucker
It's so fucking hot
Fuck it
Baby girl
What timeline is this anymore?
Are we in-between stories or some shit?
Cause that's what it feels like to me
Its almost like this is some weird hangover
Some fucked up dream
It's like like we're not actually supposed to be here this time
This is window dressing
This is all bullshit
We aren't supposed to be here
This isn't our ending
This isn't our story
Fuck