A Day in the Death Songtext

von Johnny Truant

Sniffing glue from the whores tusk let the wax drip through the creases
Oil,
Dripped from the devils back?
Stealing kisses from butterflies
But perverts complete the sequence
Raw,
Cocaine filled up their hearts
On Sunday nights they feast on blood before delicate poets release their lungs

Come On!

Everytime It kills me,
The oxes flesh rots on so slowly
Magnets in the pigeon feed,
A devil inside the chamber breeds
Black daggers and sharper knives,
The bees amass within their hives
A sharpened hand and a wooden glance
We'll taste and scrape!
A day in the death calls for you
A day in the death speaks for you
A day in the death calls for you
A day in the death speaks for YOOOUUU
Yeah,
Would you give back to heart,
I'm bored of promises, I'm cut to pieces
Yeah,
Would you grant me just one wish,
Its true we've sacrificed for the never

*Oh*,

The priest had a vultures grin,
As he drank from the blood of the bastard christ
There's something in the air,
Violins and burning blisters
A burning rash that sticks
To the prince's bitter features

WICKED

Will the crow grant a second wish to its children?
If our politics are locked in foam.

Day
I
Die
Day
I
Die

Day
I
Die
Day
I
Die

Without precious weapons we'd go far
Back to when the world was just a star
If we were the killers
The pressure would be more
Than I
Could
Feel.
I
Could
Feel
I
Could
Feel
I
Could
Feel
Day
I
Die
Day
I
Die
The day I
DIE
The day I
DIE