Rolling outside in a country train
Nice pair in a compartment
Dried fish bones in their dish
Smells like excrements
And price I paid just to stand it
See them from corner view
Two bodies with their merry options
Declare it really pure
And I throw in
And I breathe out
Don’t care what’s up
So really stout
Their sickly sweet
Like a heroin surgeon
My blood seeks for
The scalp of a virgin
I sit that place and look at my knees
I care just oblivion at all
Drained away with the lonely tears
No more lower to fall
They might’ve been murdered
If I have a wish
Just like fish eaten fast
On their iron dish
And I throw in
And I breathe out
Don’t care what’s up
So really stout
Their sickly sweet
Like a heroin surgeon
My blood seeks for
The scalp of a virgin
Lock up my soul
If you might’ve been saved
Don’t look at me
Show me that you are brave
I have no remorse
Killing virgins at fall
With their thousand scalps
Have no lower to fall
Have no lower to fall
No fucking lower…
And I kill you now
And I kill you then
Don’t know what I say
Words are up to ram
I am fucking dead
You always stay alive
And I’m hard on my head
In ex of twenty five
Be gone when train is stopped
Run with your loverboy
Cause your pretty scalps
Would be my lovely toys
Forgive my crazy words
And stupid mind so moll
Cos that is only pit
No lower one to fall
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