Acid Bath - The Bones Of Baby Dolls | Текст Иностранной Песни
Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her Screaming like a radio Mary Lou left marks on you She just screams at the walls The kite string
Acid Bath - Finger Paintings Of The Insane | Текст Иностранной Песни
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up live black with stain Glistening and new the sunset's coming Finger paintings of the insane Come on and sterilize
Acid Bath - Toubabo Koomi | Текст Иностранной Песни
We wanna see some blood, we need a new whore We don't give a fuck we just want some more We want blood I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head Revolt deface
Acid Bath - Cassie Eats Cockroaches | Текст Иностранной Песни
"She came towards me, and with the light like it was, the like light of heavenly grace, and the first thing that flashed into me gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there
Acid Bath - Jezebel | Текст Иностранной Песни
Her throat is soft, her lips are red Her thighs are white, her heart is dead Jezabell Red rope burns around her wrists Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss Do you
Acid Bath - Cheap Vodka | Текст Иностранной Песни
I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of vodka Gonna kill somethin' there ain't nothin' gonna stop us tonight I know about confusion Let's start a riot let's
Acid Bath - Old Skin | Текст Иностранной Песни
WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a BLACKGOD's thumb we dance like painted puppets we eat the wiseman's eyes she bleeds orgasm in techni-color an ocean of alien
Acid Bath - Paegen Love Song | Текст Иностранной Песни
(yeah! alright!) Dying felt so goddamn good today If I was ever alive well it's hard to say It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good
Acid Bath - What Color Is Death | Текст Иностранной Песни
The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death I don't want you I want your flesh Close my eyes and dream of death Slip away and take a breath
Acid Bath - Venus Blue | Текст Иностранной Песни
Creeping like frost As slow as grave moss Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces I know the pale thing in the darkest of