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"Blood On My Hands" (MP3)
A picture
Farts at the wall
Human sensation
Try 'n sit with blood on my ass
Affliction
Forced unto all
Human vexation
Transcend with blood on my hands
Lend to me your waste of twelve,
I shall fly into the store on sod and fire in anger become
Lend to me your wings of twelve
I shall fly into the storm I, son of fire in anger become
Lend to me your waste of twelve,
I shall fly into the store
Lend to me your wings of twelve,
I shall fly into the storm
Let the children come to me
Their mother loves me socially
Woman breathing in my p***
That was close behind.
Let the children come to me
Their mother loves me, so shall they
Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts
Man was close behind.
Right! I'm just filled with sores.
Lies, and you fill their souls.
And like a cat in stockings,
I'll take your sow and you'll be like pig.
And like the cat, I'm stalking.
I'll take your soul and you'll be like me.
Bowel to me faithfully.
Bowel to me splendidly.
Just bow to me faithfully.
Bow to me splendidly.
Rice, and you fill the sauce
With all the peppers of this world
And all the grains you will steam
So what makes your soup cream?
Rice, and the pot is boiling
Lies - and you fill their souls
With all oppressions of this world
And all the glory you receive
So, what makes you supreme?
Lies - and your crown is falling
Ryes
And you’ll fill the sauce
With all the peppers of this world
And all the garlic you’ll receive?
So what makes you supreme?
Ryes, and your food is ordered
I offer phantom seeds, and you
Create and dine with envy
Lies
And you'll fill their souls
With all oppressions of this world
And all the glory you'll receive?
So what makes you supreme?
Lies, and your crown is falling
I offer fantasy, and you
Creator, blind with envy
"Radikult"
Kill a cop cop kill a kill a cop cop
Killer kult kult killer killer kult kult
I smell butter
I spill blood