She loves me with a begging tone
she pats me with eyes blur then closed
she sleeps with a face that frowns the most
and I sit down
and she sits down
And now she seems to laugh so long and long
at a night of strangling her neck with a strap
no I was not hurting by standing in the corner
but who's the third one that makes this offer
He grabs me to a salty bed
undress my last bite of the shy
he's hurt by my resistance mind
and I break down
and he breaks down
And I believe love's simply warm and warm
wipe away your tears kill your fear injure the unfair
but while my face is slapped my head's being pushed around
he still wanders from town to town
And my blood drains down my leg
all my pant's becoming red
and I circle where I stand
then I run to the forest
This is temporary release
my eyes' rapped very soon in this place
tons of rubbish and rotten fists
bugs come out beneath rape my dream like THIS....
No! No! No! No! No!
Mother father lover are all calling me,
and I said:
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
coz
LATE! LATE! LATE! LATE! LATE!
I said
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
coz
LATE! LATE! LATE! LATE!
supported by 16 fans who also own “From Womb: Poor and Rich”
a wonderful expression and exploration of identity! maggot is one of my personal faves, will never forget what it was like listening to this album for the first time. crowcinthus
supported by 14 fans who also own “From Womb: Poor and Rich”
Chat pile c’est une cuillère à soupe de Sonic Youth, une pincée de Ministry, une cuillère à café de Joy Division et le résultat est très très bon !!
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