Deathful-Subtle

Deathful - Subtle 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 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