Lyrics
His skin is all fucked up but he cooked a nice batch
Everywhere in the walls new roach babies hatch
She says vein stuff freaks her out so I keep quiet
Everyone says they can't handle vein stuff 'til they try it
God's
Eyes
Taste
Lips
Red
Phos
Death
Cum
Falling from the cross, I am held up by strings
Can't stop dancing
A wicked puppet
A wicked puppet
Tried to fuck me, called me a liar
So I shot him in the head, set the house on fire
God's
Eyes
Taste
Lips
Red
Phos
Death
Cum
