Breed The Cancer
de The Red Chord
Festering stench in the air - rotten.
The black and filth all around - breeds.
The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs.
The ashes cinchur and slowly destroy, turning the pink flesh to rot.
The rot, stench and filth slowly bring decay.
Resurrect yourself.
You have become a slave to nicotine.
Yellow stains on pink flesh, every time you spark it up.
You are but a slave.
You are forever a slave.
Más canciones de The Red Chord
-
It Came From Over There
Prey For Eyes
-
Antman
Clients
-
Demoralizer
Fed Through The Teeth Machine
-
Nihilist
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Intelligence Has Been Compromised
Prey For Eyes
-
Mouthful Of Precious Stones
Fed Through The Teeth Machine
-
That Certain Special Ugly
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Catalepsy
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Like a Train Through a Pigeon
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
He Was Stretching and Then He Climbed Up There
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
L Formation
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Dreaming In Dog Years
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Sixteen Bit Fingerprint
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Jar Full of Bunny Parts
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Better Judgement
Fused Together in Revolving Doors
-
Fixation On Plastics
Clients
-
Lay The Tarp
Clients
-
Black Santa
Clients
-
Clients
Clients
-
Upper Deck
Clients
