Cramps
Cramped inside
My buried coffins field
Of ghostly insights
Wondering if death has lips to kiss
A white night gown
Upon my barbie doll
Who whispers plastic promises of escaping from here at all
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
Boom crash bang down gough
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
My buried coffins field
Of ghostly insights
Wondering if death has lips to kiss
A white night gown
Upon my barbie doll
Who whispers plastic promises of escaping from here at all
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
Boom crash bang down gough
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
Bleeding from inside
Quarter to midnight
Keeping us up nights
And we running from the devil saying
Boom crash bang down gough
It fills the thrills of mills like pills that kill
The children of the corn
Born with internet arms
Boom crash bang down gough
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Thomas, Matthias Zwingert, Kevin Markray
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