Four Out of Ten - текст песни
Four Out of Ten
Your lies are like the creeping fog that blinds me, Guides my injured soul into the blender with a thousand Knives that grind me into powder. Coal black. Gelatine. Can serve me on a plate + watch me shimmy, Shimmy. Red. Cholestrol. Intravenous. Feed me, feel My nerves explode galactic in your veins. You taste My essence - does my hot exquisite pain excite you? Does it? Hell you care... I'm just another notch; another Conquest, another lock of hair tossed in your casket. Come tomorrow it's like I was never really there...
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