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Deathful
作词：Jordan Dalrymple, Marton Dowers, Adam Drucker, Alex Kort, Jeffrey Logan, Dax Pierson
A nothingness is
Number in the jungle, turned up with nothing
But a loin cloth to protect your tender penis
From what's danger and the wildlife
Hush in your blood
To hear the grass break
Break beneath a different thing
Of where the edible the thread
The clump the thieves too
The hung strung around your neck
Put the matches in your left hand
Something sharp in your right
Fact when one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
And while the killing will grow easy
It will never grow less complicated
Why, what kind of killer are you?
Did you dig through and see death unfinished
And did you just shut your breath and survive?
What kind of killer are you, did you decide?
You'd rather starve than go on taking the stage
There's a naturalistic degree up on the guts spray
Did you decide you'd rather starve
Than go on taking the stage?
Decide you'd rather starve
Than go on taking the stage
When one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
When one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
When one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
When one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
When one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
When one first finds themselves to kill
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They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
When one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
When one first finds themselves to kill
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
Killer, killer, killer, killer
Killer, is it you was? Is you what?
Killer, is it you was? Is you what?
Killer, is it you was? Is you what?
Killer, is it you was?
And when you always eat around the wishbone
And thank your cocks
You're calling for what's called destruction
And then you still feel deathful
With only matchs, weapon and less questions
And would you now to serve small slices of unraveled human arm
Or dig your tongue or which you now dig
Past your stomach from the rungs of the ill or the young
And is this the full of which you've come
But just when there is none
Knowing only to survive the scarred
Deathful and the one dusk of what's done
And so I ask, what kind of killer are you?
Where'd you become?
Did you, dig through?
It's death affection
Did you, dig through?
It's death affection
Did you when one first finds themselves to kill gig through?
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
It's death when one first finds themselves to kill
Affection, they will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
Did you when one first finds themselves to kill dig through?
They will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
It's death when one first finds themselves to kill
Affection, they will be lucky to fall, even the old and the ill
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