Tekster:
Deaths Head

pot head-dorks Exploit the poor, Ridiculous wages is what they get paid, Revolutionary hash-heads, another joke to me, Hash and pot, Controlled by the mob You pot head

Death's pointed at your head, your mind's on the trigger pull it Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story Scene of your rage, death is not strange

He hears those towers teeter outside and feels teeth grinding in his jaw... Those wedged shards sting in me your flesh defines my real as long as -

I'm feeling dumb I've not written a single word in days Please let me go I wanna leave I've never felt so clean My Love is shared My eyes impaled I'm

If I didn't forget you my heart would explode Yeah, there is too much love Yeah, way too much love The last thing we need is to miss The last thing we

So many girls I know poison their wombs for sure I'm sick of all these girls poisoning their we're looking for wives so tired of sluts coming to us in

to burn, I felt like a movie star When you hold my slippery brain Kiss my forehead And all your dreams, oh God, rest your soul I saw through the hole in your head

to see if, if it's true We're not like you Hold your head, now it's over Hold your head, now it's over Hold your head, now it's over Hold your head,

I've seen sunrise the size of my head It freaks you up like ghouls from the dead I feel like I'm ready to run through your room It's gonna be another