Testi:
Rapture The The Devil

those who never have wept. It's strange these things that we're told. Live fast and never grow old. Live fast and die in your shoes the devil, the devil

Maggot Fetus, Rapture of the conqueror worm, Blackest Venom, The ghost in the carcass womb Raven wings and Devil's Horns, Black eyes waiting for the

You're innocent just like a gun, you love me dangerously Your body seems to be unreal, your touch is like the sea And when i gaze upon your smile the devil

right For you to fall in love with me Give me a life, give me a life Give me tonight, it's only right Thirty days alone with the savior an angel, a devil, rapture

And shit gets worse, once I drink the firewater [Chorus x4] [Buddha Monk] It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker From here, now and after, catch this Brooklyn Zu rapture

J. Lords] [Lyrics: B. Martinez, J. Drenning] Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs A reminding voice inside my head that does not care His rapture keeps

Look on this sacrifice Dark lord Grant us wealth Flesh with no sin is life with no death Blessing the unholy Within the devil's heart A Rapture for the

There goes the neighbourhood nigga with the third album How come he don't fall off? Rolling with the sawed-off gauge Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture

is nasty like protruding bone fractures And your a played out dirty pussy devil Like Margaret Datcher But technique never get captured inside the rapture