Shapes And Forms Of The Human Body Only Thought Is Able To Kill We Are Too Ordinary To Give Ourselves Air Over Something Repeat Everything Around Seems To Be
Songs of the KRABATHOR
they blocked up my mouth no more life somebody most wants me not to speak no more life i’m standing on a verge of my action deed no more
Lead: Martin spoiled brains are speaking through the wring mouth its poisoned tongue is slimy like a snake when tempting my mind to devotion i’m starting to hate the
i want to fall asleep without the fear of the dawn for others to come for a moments of a hopeless chorus: has the deep sleep already came? the