Текст песни Night Tier - Bon apetite

& Quot; Bon apetite & quot;

  Em
  Sowed seeds germinating eats fruit
  He fed and not in the stomach groans weight of his guilt
  He foodie and he does not care to our madding crowd
  I will be his food, my sins are numbered ...

Cover with a rich table
Lock all windows, doors
So as not to have flown demons
And do not eat too much
Take a knife and fork
Check sharp eh they
Savoring my eternity
Tear into pieces

Do not try to joint pain
There's been a scalpel
Daryl anesthesia tales
And the flesh I chipped
Taste the tired heart
While shivering heat
Pleasant to be doubled
When zapesh wine

I'm all before thee
Crucified on the table
And once was a gentle
Praying rock
Forget about higher morals
Breaking my bones
Swallow poison tenderest
Resentment, anger and rage

Em Am Gm F # m Em