Testi:
Cold Meat

I got the answer One bullet I know ..how you feel Cut out my eyes...So I can't see The cold thing that's swallowing me We're meat and that's it So

loveless white sound, oceans of dreams I won't be another number on the screen shhhhh: I wanna hear you scream I won't be another number white sound, jet black scream vomiting this cold

the walls the kite string pops I'm swallowed whole by the sky we smoke the bones of baby dolls techno-liquid screaming meat heaven's cold beneath my

in bloodstains Door bolted from the inside Bedclothes ripped off Tangled in bloodstained garments Raw mass of human flesh Once it was a woman Cold blooded

new [CHORUS] Now I don't know what y'all been told But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop And if it don't

As we were talking outside, It was cold, We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter. My wife is in the next room, We've been having troubles

my pen I've gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let's ruin that: "Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect! It's off the meat hook

jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug - That missing piece will leave you stumped Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced - A cold mannequin

up is the mask you wear (lay it on, slather up) When the faa§ade breaks $ $ HEY HEY! Candy shell is deadly sweet (cold meat) Bitter after taste Visceral