Born Dead To The Grave (Ft. Rheese Peters)

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Born Dead" от To The Grave (Ft. Rheese Peters). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

Mouth full of flies
Rats in her ribcage
Bludgeoned impaled flayed and
Burnt at the stake
With teeth like knives and the
Skill of a shark
Abducted butchered
Left for dead in the dark

Brains made of spiders and
The tongues of a snake
The demon of pure death
Wearing her rotting face
Unblessed from birth
Void of faith
Baptised in violence

Sent with a chainsaw to hack the head off
Mother nature
Hanging from a meat hook while she weeps
In my dreams, let me sleep
Her eyes are slowly gouged on the
Killing floor of the slaughterhouse
Let me bleed the fuck out

Machinations oscillating
Generating cataclysm
Disintegrating civilisation
Suffocating paradise
Eviscerated angels
Vomited from the pitch black of the multiverse
And as you fucking choke I slit your throat ear to ear
Until your veins run dry