I disperse the wind
I put the cloud to flight
I break the thunder I torment the demons I put the plague to flight
My voice is a slayer of demons and through this sign
of this cross
Let all evil flee
Woke up smelling like puke and sweat garbage truck and i'm a terrorist threat sunlight burns and i'm a cancerous cell you'll hate me in a bit and that's a bet
pasty girl heads to the back eyes are popping out of tact keep still and static the bulimic's at it no rest today no cutting slack
downstairs the deals are done at night downstairs stitch your dirty lies tight cynicism is a virtue if you've got no fight so cut your loved ones
out of pictures
set them alight
Bad things could happen
Masturbate to bikini kill master hate and prescription pills don't you think your life's a mess you're lemon tart going downhill isn't it great swimming in others' sweat bathe in the blood on your hands and get ahead life's great as a pretty face it's great pretending to be dead knotty boy you're insane not a chance to catch your name throwing fists and fits everywhere you go 'cause you can't fit in your brain that no means no
no more birds sing on this street all shot down for easy meat they kept the devil on patrol
but now the devil's in your soul
Bad things could happen
Well I was told that the beating of metal bends and breaks the lord's undeserving punishments for the sins we didn't commit
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helped me to overcome through the obstacle named "HA-TICHON", lmao.
(ok, i could write something much more smarter that this, but... whatever :>) nyamych
The L.A. trio stand out with their fresh and forceful blend of post-punk, retro girl group, and reverb-heavy psychedelic bubblegum. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 20, 2017