Lyrics
Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection
Waking at the time, done fine grey matter
Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head
Wonder if the sunshine will ever catch your eye?
Picking at the dead skin
How does gonorrhea feel?
Once you read, keep us fed
Falling off a horse's hide!
Diggin' me sunshine, where's the other bigger sin?
Deep inside the house, before the roof caved in
Getting in a psy-trance watch until you half-sin
Peaceful lie and then i'd end up killing him
Pedaflies flocking by, testified he's taken down
After all is said and done, we live to shit, to kill, to cum
Pain, his trust, his tragedy
Why is everything so needy?
Pointless after pain or chance
Today a laughter shakes
Pain, mistrust, his tragedy
Pain, mistrust, his tragedy
Pain, mistrust, his tragedy
Why is everything so needy?
Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection
Waking at the time, done fine grey matter
Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection
Waking at the time, done fine grey matter
"Any medical student could've seen that the eyes were torn from the body by nothing other than human fingers!"
