Killing Machine
There is blood on the fucking walls, you've chained me to the floor
You're a black spider crawling over me, binding me to the in-between
A garden full of waste, and insect's breaking down
All the shit that you put out there, for years and years
The sun is warm, there are flies in the kitchen
The boys try to play, but the bees keeps stinging
When you move your feet
I wanna scream as you're sucking the life out of me
My mouth is shut, you're a killing machine
You're a killing machine
Na, na, na, na, na
Eu quero viajar e nunca vou parar, quem vai me deixar
Eu quero viajar e vou iluminar, quem vai me achar
A room where a butcher's knife, is watching over us
A broken man that you didn't wanna know, but was forced to love
I wonder who is next, next on his list
It's a game that's so goddamn hard to predict
The sun is warm, there are flies in the kitchen
The boys try to play, but the bees keeps stinging
When you move your feet
I wanna scream as you're sucking the life out of me
My mouth is shut, you're a killing machine
You're a killing machine
Na, na, na, na, na
Eu quero viajar e nunca vou parar, quem vai me deixar
Eu quero viajar e vou iluminar, quem vai me achar
Eu quero viajar e nunca vou parar, quem vai me deixar
Eu quero viajar e vou iluminar, e quem vai me achar
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
You're a black spider crawling over me, binding me to the in-between
A garden full of waste, and insect's breaking down
All the shit that you put out there, for years and years
The sun is warm, there are flies in the kitchen
The boys try to play, but the bees keeps stinging
When you move your feet
I wanna scream as you're sucking the life out of me
My mouth is shut, you're a killing machine
You're a killing machine
Na, na, na, na, na
Eu quero viajar e nunca vou parar, quem vai me deixar
Eu quero viajar e vou iluminar, quem vai me achar
A room where a butcher's knife, is watching over us
A broken man that you didn't wanna know, but was forced to love
I wonder who is next, next on his list
It's a game that's so goddamn hard to predict
The sun is warm, there are flies in the kitchen
The boys try to play, but the bees keeps stinging
When you move your feet
I wanna scream as you're sucking the life out of me
My mouth is shut, you're a killing machine
You're a killing machine
Na, na, na, na, na
Eu quero viajar e nunca vou parar, quem vai me deixar
Eu quero viajar e vou iluminar, quem vai me achar
Eu quero viajar e nunca vou parar, quem vai me deixar
Eu quero viajar e vou iluminar, e quem vai me achar
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Credits
Writer(s): Joao Manuel De Sousa Machado, Tor Daniel Hermansson
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