Lyrics:

Apathy,
You're just a fragment, 
of my dementia,
And everything i've seen
did not exist at all.

Drink the blood of young,
For their regin had lasted much to long.
Know it's time to sing along,
To the bonfire of their bodies
To the bonfire of their bodies

Limbs will warp my head,
Eight, just like "Him" said.
And then i'll finally know
I did not exist at all

Eight

Lyrics:

Please don't be late,
You're fellatio is great-
It's clearly to me that you know what you're doing. 

Don't put a frown,
Best chopped lips in town-
It's clearly that you chose the right line of working.

See us as we pass,
Nothing seems to last.
Don't seat in wet stuff,
Enough is enough.

Please, don't be mean,
Girl, your mouth is obscene 
It's clearly to me that you know exactly what you're doing. 
  

I Don't Seat On Wet Stuff

Lyrics:

I, i wanna hold hands,
And i don't care for the things i said in the dead of night.
I, i reek of disappear,
And i keep sweating in bed like a pig in a funeral fire.
And you, you don't even care,
You just suck and you throw everything that you know, to this sacred place, and i hope that i'll meet you there.

Filthy filthy girl,
Makes me feel so cheap,
You're the kind of guilty pleasure i wanna meet.
I'm second choice,
You're second hand,
 And you know, i just feel so violated...

You, you let go your hair,
And it falls on your face, and i laugh cause i know what you are.
Yeah, i, i don't even care, cause you've cut off my scrotum, now i'm at rock bottom, with all of the creeps, oh and i hope that you'll meet me there.


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