Cream Of The Crop - текст песни
Cream Of The Crop
Bleeding, weeping,
coagulation sets in
A bolt in my head! The grisly aftermath of a life
spent
waiting for the carnage to come
I love the stench
of my brothers, my sisters
bloodsoaked and lifeless
Sinew, clots, cream of the crop
Bile, intestines
scrap heap to be digested
this love never dies
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