Woorden:
Morbid Suicide

The dead, they got that morbid beat, it goes deo deo They dance upon decaying feet With their black toes, oh, oh Heaven limbo and Hell Purgatory, oh

death-white complexion Expunge my innards and commit mortal sin You must flay your skin to bear what's within An irrevocable decision, my suicide

their morbidity the morons of stupidity caused nothing but sheer faggery A lack of common sense! Their madness turned to matricide religious sort of cyanide We salute your suicide

and soul pollution Kids steppin on land mines from wars we're all losin We're chasin false idols, erasing from our bibles the golden rule the youth are becoming more suicidal

time before you - but now it's history a world of toys is lying in front of me the highest building seems to be the guaranty morbid thoughts about the successful suicide

my dying soul Morbid glory shines on me I will leave my mark You will know When I go You will see Exist to exit Suicide - escape oblivion Kiss the

leader, the war-monger, armed with four high-powered firearm barometers; I visited Andromeda The human cloner, the donate to my fam organ donor The morbid

keeping within me The phobia of what will happen That morbid fear which day by day Has worn out my thoughts Rendering my life a slow agonizing suicide

bid in imagination. bitch I dont gotta answer you, how bout I cancel you? Bury you with satan, smoke up and do a dance for you. morbid shit. peep me poppin