Trojanizer
Lean back, whore
Suffer sod, I meant you were nothing
I gave all my respect to the dead of my needs
What say that we'd love 'til the end
I saw blank in my reflection
Does this now mean that we have wed
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather my oppression
Cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather mine
Cut, cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
Trojanizer
Squirting on the Duchess
Your scream is as can be
Not bigger to hit the big screens
Art's will is not the apology
You shall not forbid this last polished seed
I see white, light, smite
It's anything but you
Lean back, whore
Suffer seeds, I meant to cuss on your face
I see what is wrong to be your knees
Damn them, for they want, that is, to be
I keep myself loaded with this paint
Does this now mean that life begins to ebb
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather my oppression
Cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather mine
Cut, cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
Trojanizer
Squirting on the Duchess
Your scream is as can be
Not bigger to hit the big screens
Art's will is not the apology
You shall not forbid this last polished seed
I see white, light, smite
It's anything but you
Trojanizer
Trojanizer
Trojanizer
Trojanizer
Suffer sod, I meant you were nothing
I gave all my respect to the dead of my needs
What say that we'd love 'til the end
I saw blank in my reflection
Does this now mean that we have wed
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather my oppression
Cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather mine
Cut, cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
Trojanizer
Squirting on the Duchess
Your scream is as can be
Not bigger to hit the big screens
Art's will is not the apology
You shall not forbid this last polished seed
I see white, light, smite
It's anything but you
Lean back, whore
Suffer seeds, I meant to cuss on your face
I see what is wrong to be your knees
Damn them, for they want, that is, to be
I keep myself loaded with this paint
Does this now mean that life begins to ebb
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather my oppression
Cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
You little number
It's not my coffin, but rather mine
Cut, cut, cut, off my digits
Middle fuckers
Trojanizer
Squirting on the Duchess
Your scream is as can be
Not bigger to hit the big screens
Art's will is not the apology
You shall not forbid this last polished seed
I see white, light, smite
It's anything but you
Trojanizer
Trojanizer
Trojanizer
Trojanizer
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Mecomber
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