Tekster: Acid Drinkers. Mentally Deficent.

Soft words you can whisper to my charming asshole
soft treasons, blood gossips, abominable stories
I will spit on your head, you'll know your neurosis
your lying eyes makes me really fuckin' mad.
I'll repay my boy, be sure.
I was too little nervous, I had peace of mind
I was too coloured inside, I thought that I'm strong
but my sense of safety, my sense of immunity
burst like a meagre, faulty condom.
I'm gonna make on order in, in your brain
you cannot be a dick, so bad to me, ok
yes, I will be your medicine - man, oh, baby
I'm gonna make an order in, in your brain
I'll uproof bad habits.

My feelings are transforming are breaking through the ass
of this old red haired bitch - autumn...
Wallow in a gutter
shiteaters, supermeaters, welcome to the club
greetings to your company and get off my sight
fuck you and your nice lies
I'm gonna make on order in, in your brain
you cannot be a dick, so bad to me, OK
yes, I will be your medicine - man, oh, baby
I'll repay, my boy, be sure!!