Frail ghosts
Sweat-stained matress hunging upside down
Almost touching the floor
Oh, no one cares
Urnas
"I will swallow you after one bite... Watch!"
Istos blasphemantes, in terra reptantes
"Watch!"
Butcher and son pictured in the air
The stench of infants
Human cages
Sharper! Sharper, Illemese!
Oh Holy Sister
Run... run!
Dear Matriarch
Spare me from your roars
Spare me from your roars and soaking wet hands
Is that the loser who decapitated a fair maiden on TV?
Oseeh, Othee, Othee Can Thee Oh
They can hear my thoughts, oh, the shame...
Soaking wet hands almost touching the floor
Bless those poor men
Bless those poor men again.
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Frail ghosts
Sweat-stained matress hunging upside down
Almost touching the floor
Oh, no one cares
Urnas
"I will swallow you after one bite... Watch!"
Istos blasphemantes, in terra reptantes
"Watch!"
Butcher and son pictured in the air
The stench of infants
Human cages
Sharper! Sharper, Illemese!
Oh Holy Sister
Run... run!
Dear Matriarch
Spare me from your roars
Spare me from your roars and soaking wet hands
Is that the loser who decapitated a fair maiden on TV?
Oseeh, Othee, Othee Can Thee Oh
They can hear my thoughts, oh, the shame...
Soaking wet hands almost touching the floor
Bless those poor men
Bless those poor men again.
Sweat-stained matress hunging upside down
Almost touching the floor
Oh, no one cares
Urnas
"I will swallow you after one bite... Watch!"
Istos blasphemantes, in terra reptantes
"Watch!"
Butcher and son pictured in the air
The stench of infants
Human cages
Sharper! Sharper, Illemese!
Oh Holy Sister
Run... run!
Dear Matriarch
Spare me from your roars
Spare me from your roars and soaking wet hands
Is that the loser who decapitated a fair maiden on TV?
Oseeh, Othee, Othee Can Thee Oh
They can hear my thoughts, oh, the shame...
Soaking wet hands almost touching the floor
Bless those poor men
Bless those poor men again.
Writer: Santiago Delgado Fradejas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid