13 & God - Death Major lyrics

rate me

You can't take the eat out of death,

That spelling is fixed, sure as day on a skeleton sets

Both are forever at your neck

It's a, it's an eat on us

And will they so simply snip you vain

To be improved

Useless slave stakes in the king's bed

Left only waged your once infant neck half-hugging the world blade, embrace

Your head lead or finger that last capture

And then replanted it in the bed of upper class laughter

Where in it is never picked nor tended to

Only left to a decade of death uneven under the sperse of all seasons

And you (you are singular)

Yet in you still, all day has resulted

And you (you are singular)

It's perhaps pride of all pulses

Yet (you are singular) (you are singular)

Yet you (you are singular)

Yet you get no god to catch your back against the maggots loose

You got no one ape

You wore all that bone structure too

You wet and molded devolved your meaning of life long devoured by day is

To die so

So this means

This means terrible things to those who cherish them

Who thinks in flames

Safe in for their beliefs that there that no river ever ends

That the sun or moon is simply miscommon with the dark and light

Cross honors

Before they give you no pain

Big sleep will certainly cure you of this gift

In it's body ridden brutal business

What's motherlessness

Or that bent bone it all

A belly set flame

Pop the genetic hinduists

So a name born and burn in doubt

So joining it over from egg

Into evening day

Disappointment

Flocking arms across an indefinite

Like opening a jar full of weather

This will only work one

(you are)

Only only once

Only only once

(you are)

Only only once

(you you you you are)

only only only once

*you you are singular)

When single odds at the wall like border lines reproduce not to go for go

Made to change to reduced you forgetting it's pulse and all you a hard wood

Otherwise speechless

Or perhaps they would like to promise to feed them

T-t-t-took the time to break cops code and meet them at the full on all your

Yoke

You wouldn't do you good to be that good help when doctors disprove about

Yourself

To never recall at all that the fetus did name tour penis in fame

Solve the little path to your whooping luck d-d-did t-t-to have that heart

Attack

So you don't never did see burst in sun light did where

Winner with your window shut

You see lies undid

All one wants is to be missed

To throw no flag

But see American have punches posing as poetry

Don’t fret

Just grab your car and throw it to … from death

I have nothing to give you but these days

I am broken stone that'll waste nor death

Teeth behind kisses

Nothing right with death.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei