look at this bug,i bet he's got a pistol in his pocket
it ain't dying
it ain't screaming either,no
he's gonna crawl into ur bones
he's gonna steal ur heart through ur veins
in the most depressed ways,he promissed to himself
the skin that howling down the river
the soft long laugh,she may fall over
the retribution is quite as singing
ur hideout was found by they search
he's gonna crawl some more,im sure
the taste of the silk flower
is now a shout of the bullet
that's big surprise
he travelled to the China
three fucking hours weeping
in the road of the guilt and desire,yeah
yeah he's gonna crawl some more
yeah he's gonna crawl some more
he's got a gun,look out,it's coming
right now
look at urself,u r just falling drop dead