Gluttonous Neighborous
Roller rolling, paints construction every six months - skeletons
Roller rolling, paints construction and his home - a dead silence
Roller rolling, paints construction every six months - skeletons
Roller rolling, paints construction and his home - a dead silence
Sweaty rolls you moan, eating away your grace
(Roller rolling, paints construction and his home - a dead silence)
Fucking it still warm, stapling a grin across your face
(Roller rolling, paints construction every six months - skeletons)
Eight years ago at least senile had began, that's when the money grew the story just had started then
Things became sick molting and beating, confused? Oh yes. The people there she wasn't meeting
Were they kept away or were they kept as slaves, racking checks loudly played
With your pig snarling grin, the lies coming out of your triple rolled chin
Eight years ago at least senile had began, that's when the money grew the story just had started then
Things became sick molting and beating, confused? Oh yes. The people there she wasn't meeting
With your pig snarling grin, the lies coming out of your triple rolled chin
Old antiques, souvenirs awards, coupled with victims from each were adored
Riley can hear the little girl screams, with the chains locked away he had sowed all her seams
Playing mother another Norman, everyone new his head was filled with all these dreams
Rake, rake, rake the leaves, with the sore back enslaved and the fucking rambling
Riley can hear the little girl screams, with the chains locked away he had sowed all her seams
Playing mother another Norman, everyone new his head was filled with all these dreams
Rake, rake, rake the leaves, with the sore back enslaved and the fucking rambling
The horror, the show, dig dig your holes filling them with lost hope
Ever so later the bodies you build flesh torn and bloody
The victim's rewards, the taste of bear traps boiling kidney hors d'oeuvre
The horror, the show, dig dig your holes filling them with lost hope
Ever so later the bodies you build flesh torn and bloody
The victim's rewards, the taste of bear traps boiling kidney hors d'oeuvre
We all Know! Face to face we feel cold, we sense your lies
We all Know! The corsets stitched amongst your swelled and sweaty side
We all know! Living life gracefully with gluttonous pride
We all Know! Face to face we feel cold, we sense your lies
We all Know! The corsets stitched amongst your swelled and sweaty side
We all know! Living life gracefully with gluttonous pride
We all Know! Face to face we feel cold, we sense your lies
We all Know! The corsets stitched amongst your swelled and sweaty side
We all know! Living life gracefully with gluttonous pride
A taste of the worse, the taste of the best, I can see the skeletons pouring souls from your chest
And how many flies, are eating at their eyes, I bet they can't breath underneath in their grave
I've seen you on countless sleepless nights, molesting, pillaging, searching for the fame
A mixture of lust and an indulge of gluttony, pacing back in forth, and their hands in your teeth
This Village... The innocence lost... Don't walk alone
You won't survive, no, oh, not this time, with the taste of her skin, you lick the tears down her eyes
The bodies you keep that you cuddle when you sleep, the living, the dead, leaving you lost in your head
You won't survive, no, oh, not this time, with the taste of her skin, you lick the tears down her eyes
This Village... The innocence lost... Don't walk alone
Oh, next door hypnotized was this true man's delight cloaked behind society's statues
Next door hypnotized was this true man's delight losing all, all of his values
Gasping, gasping searching for air, raped and scratching, oh raped they'd tear
You strip down your skin from pig to beast feeling oh so stuffed yes from the feast
Born to walk alone, the blood steps to stone
Roller rolling, paints construction and his home - a dead silence
Roller rolling, paints construction every six months - skeletons
Roller rolling, paints construction and his home - a dead silence
Sweaty rolls you moan, eating away your grace
(Roller rolling, paints construction and his home - a dead silence)
Fucking it still warm, stapling a grin across your face
(Roller rolling, paints construction every six months - skeletons)
Eight years ago at least senile had began, that's when the money grew the story just had started then
Things became sick molting and beating, confused? Oh yes. The people there she wasn't meeting
Were they kept away or were they kept as slaves, racking checks loudly played
With your pig snarling grin, the lies coming out of your triple rolled chin
Eight years ago at least senile had began, that's when the money grew the story just had started then
Things became sick molting and beating, confused? Oh yes. The people there she wasn't meeting
With your pig snarling grin, the lies coming out of your triple rolled chin
Old antiques, souvenirs awards, coupled with victims from each were adored
Riley can hear the little girl screams, with the chains locked away he had sowed all her seams
Playing mother another Norman, everyone new his head was filled with all these dreams
Rake, rake, rake the leaves, with the sore back enslaved and the fucking rambling
Riley can hear the little girl screams, with the chains locked away he had sowed all her seams
Playing mother another Norman, everyone new his head was filled with all these dreams
Rake, rake, rake the leaves, with the sore back enslaved and the fucking rambling
The horror, the show, dig dig your holes filling them with lost hope
Ever so later the bodies you build flesh torn and bloody
The victim's rewards, the taste of bear traps boiling kidney hors d'oeuvre
The horror, the show, dig dig your holes filling them with lost hope
Ever so later the bodies you build flesh torn and bloody
The victim's rewards, the taste of bear traps boiling kidney hors d'oeuvre
We all Know! Face to face we feel cold, we sense your lies
We all Know! The corsets stitched amongst your swelled and sweaty side
We all know! Living life gracefully with gluttonous pride
We all Know! Face to face we feel cold, we sense your lies
We all Know! The corsets stitched amongst your swelled and sweaty side
We all know! Living life gracefully with gluttonous pride
We all Know! Face to face we feel cold, we sense your lies
We all Know! The corsets stitched amongst your swelled and sweaty side
We all know! Living life gracefully with gluttonous pride
A taste of the worse, the taste of the best, I can see the skeletons pouring souls from your chest
And how many flies, are eating at their eyes, I bet they can't breath underneath in their grave
I've seen you on countless sleepless nights, molesting, pillaging, searching for the fame
A mixture of lust and an indulge of gluttony, pacing back in forth, and their hands in your teeth
This Village... The innocence lost... Don't walk alone
You won't survive, no, oh, not this time, with the taste of her skin, you lick the tears down her eyes
The bodies you keep that you cuddle when you sleep, the living, the dead, leaving you lost in your head
You won't survive, no, oh, not this time, with the taste of her skin, you lick the tears down her eyes
This Village... The innocence lost... Don't walk alone
Oh, next door hypnotized was this true man's delight cloaked behind society's statues
Next door hypnotized was this true man's delight losing all, all of his values
Gasping, gasping searching for air, raped and scratching, oh raped they'd tear
You strip down your skin from pig to beast feeling oh so stuffed yes from the feast
Born to walk alone, the blood steps to stone
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Writer(s): Jourdan Kim
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