歌曲 | Peeled |
歌手 | Broken Hope |
专辑 | The Bowels Of Repugnance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ptacek, Stanek, Wagner | |
Take you with my skinning hearth | |
Strap you in my restraining chair | |
Clean and hone my instruments | |
Then the torture will begin | |
Blood drips off your finger tips | |
Drool sags down from your chin | |
Eyes roll back and jowls clench | |
I vigorously carve and peel your skin | |
Chunks of skin fly through the air, nauseating pool of piss | |
And blood evolves beneath the chair | |
As you struggle to stay alive, | |
I'm overwhelmed by laughter | |
I split your scalp spreading it apart | |
Pull your face below your neck | |
From muscle and flesh your skin | |
I've pried | |
Grizzly apparel fitted to my size | |
Finger pointing in your blood | |
Rolling in piles of guts | |
Polish and buff your skull | |
Nail your scalp to my wall | |
Grind your bones into dust | |
Cannot stop till all is mush | |
I save tattooed skins | |
Gallons of blood line the floor |
zuo ci : Ptacek, Stanek, Wagner | |
Take you with my skinning hearth | |
Strap you in my restraining chair | |
Clean and hone my instruments | |
Then the torture will begin | |
Blood drips off your finger tips | |
Drool sags down from your chin | |
Eyes roll back and jowls clench | |
I vigorously carve and peel your skin | |
Chunks of skin fly through the air, nauseating pool of piss | |
And blood evolves beneath the chair | |
As you struggle to stay alive, | |
I' m overwhelmed by laughter | |
I split your scalp spreading it apart | |
Pull your face below your neck | |
From muscle and flesh your skin | |
I' ve pried | |
Grizzly apparel fitted to my size | |
Finger pointing in your blood | |
Rolling in piles of guts | |
Polish and buff your skull | |
Nail your scalp to my wall | |
Grind your bones into dust | |
Cannot stop till all is mush | |
I save tattooed skins | |
Gallons of blood line the floor |
zuò cí : Ptacek, Stanek, Wagner | |
Take you with my skinning hearth | |
Strap you in my restraining chair | |
Clean and hone my instruments | |
Then the torture will begin | |
Blood drips off your finger tips | |
Drool sags down from your chin | |
Eyes roll back and jowls clench | |
I vigorously carve and peel your skin | |
Chunks of skin fly through the air, nauseating pool of piss | |
And blood evolves beneath the chair | |
As you struggle to stay alive, | |
I' m overwhelmed by laughter | |
I split your scalp spreading it apart | |
Pull your face below your neck | |
From muscle and flesh your skin | |
I' ve pried | |
Grizzly apparel fitted to my size | |
Finger pointing in your blood | |
Rolling in piles of guts | |
Polish and buff your skull | |
Nail your scalp to my wall | |
Grind your bones into dust | |
Cannot stop till all is mush | |
I save tattooed skins | |
Gallons of blood line the floor |