Lyrics

His skin is all fucked up but he cooked a nice batch Everywhere in the walls new roach babies hatch She says vein stuff freaks her out so I keep quiet Everyone says they can't handle vein stuff 'til they try it God's Eyes Taste Lips Red Phos Death Cum Falling from the cross, I am held up by strings Can't stop dancing A wicked puppet A wicked puppet Tried to fuck me, called me a liar So I shot him in the head, set the house on fire God's Eyes Taste Lips Red Phos Death Cum
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