Meatgrinder / Cupcake
Hey, we start out clean and we end up dirty
Got no machine, my ringfinger can
Do you harm or love you in equal measure
It can flip you off or fill a hole of yours
Yeah, I might sound pathetic
(That's actually how I wanted it to be really)
Everything but poetic, heretic, scared of me
Or pleased 'bout it?
Hey, I ain't doin' no revolution here
(Wait for Spittin' In Tongues, so not that long
Just wait and trust me)
Far right (I fucking hate this)
Stereotypes (I fucking hate this)
Asking questions (I fucking hate this)
I need money (I fucking hate this)
Now, you fap yourself on underage girls
While being 80
You married a 20 year old girl with fake boobs
And no brain
And you wanna tell me if I'm worthy? You fucker
How does my money end up to you?
What a shame
I'm gonna creep in your dreams
And make you wet your bed
So pull up your sheets
But don't be afraid of things you cannot see
At least they ain't pro life, but pro gun or human parasites
Hey, we start out clean and we end up dirty
Got no machine, my ringfinger can
Do you harm or love you in equal measure
It can flip you off or fill a hole of yours
Yeah, I might sound pathetic
Everything but poetic, heretic, scared of me
Or pleased 'bout it, come on fucker come to me And say it out loud
Hey, I ain't doin' no revolution here
'Cause I'm just 19 and I fuckin' hate myself
You know?
I tried to hang myself more than once before
In my miserable life, you know?
But I ended up breaking the spinning fan
The bathroom door
And even my parents' hopes
'Cause they were tired to hear me scream
Call the kids and break their dreams
Santa Claus does not exist
Call the cops and make them kill
The children of the Italian Dream
I'm gonna creep in your dreams
And make you wet your bed
So pull up your sheets
But don't be afraid of things you cannot see
At least they ain't pro life, but pro gun
Or human parasites
Got no machine, my ringfinger can
Do you harm or love you in equal measure
It can flip you off or fill a hole of yours
Yeah, I might sound pathetic
(That's actually how I wanted it to be really)
Everything but poetic, heretic, scared of me
Or pleased 'bout it?
Hey, I ain't doin' no revolution here
(Wait for Spittin' In Tongues, so not that long
Just wait and trust me)
Far right (I fucking hate this)
Stereotypes (I fucking hate this)
Asking questions (I fucking hate this)
I need money (I fucking hate this)
Now, you fap yourself on underage girls
While being 80
You married a 20 year old girl with fake boobs
And no brain
And you wanna tell me if I'm worthy? You fucker
How does my money end up to you?
What a shame
I'm gonna creep in your dreams
And make you wet your bed
So pull up your sheets
But don't be afraid of things you cannot see
At least they ain't pro life, but pro gun or human parasites
Hey, we start out clean and we end up dirty
Got no machine, my ringfinger can
Do you harm or love you in equal measure
It can flip you off or fill a hole of yours
Yeah, I might sound pathetic
Everything but poetic, heretic, scared of me
Or pleased 'bout it, come on fucker come to me And say it out loud
Hey, I ain't doin' no revolution here
'Cause I'm just 19 and I fuckin' hate myself
You know?
I tried to hang myself more than once before
In my miserable life, you know?
But I ended up breaking the spinning fan
The bathroom door
And even my parents' hopes
'Cause they were tired to hear me scream
Call the kids and break their dreams
Santa Claus does not exist
Call the cops and make them kill
The children of the Italian Dream
I'm gonna creep in your dreams
And make you wet your bed
So pull up your sheets
But don't be afraid of things you cannot see
At least they ain't pro life, but pro gun
Or human parasites
Credits
Writer(s): Daniele Telera
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