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Death Major Lyrics

Death Major by 1208  

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Death Major You can't take the eat out of death,
That spelling is fixed, sure as day on a skeleton sets
Both are forever at your neck
It's a
It's an eat on us
And will they so simply snip you vain
To be improved
Useless slave stakes in the king's bed
Left only waged your once infant neck half-hugging the
Word blades one way embrace

Your head lead or finger that last capture
And then replanted it in the bed of upper class
Laughter
Where in it is never picked nor tended to
Only left to a decade of death uneven under the sperse
Of all seasons

And you (you are singular)
Yet in you still, all day has resulted
And you (you are singular)
It's perhaps pride of all pulses
Yet (you are singular) (you you are singular)
Yet you (you are singular)
Yet you get no god to catch your back against the
Maggots loose
You got no one ape
You wore all that bone structure too
You wet and molded devolved your meaning of life long
Devoured by day is to die so
So this means
This means terrible things to those who cherish them
Who think in flames
Safe in for their beliefs that there that no river ever
Ends
That the sun or moon is simply miscommon with the dark
And light
Cross honors
Before they give you no pain
Big sleep will certainly cure you of this gift
In it's body ridden brutal business
What's motherlessness
Or that bent bone it all
A belly set flame

Pop the genetic hinduists
So a name born and burn in doubt
So joining it over from egg
Into evening day
Disappointment
Flocking arms across an indefinite
Like opening a jar full of weather

This will only work once
(You are)
Only only once
Only only once
(You are)
Only only once
(You you you you are)
Only only only once
(You you are singular)

When single odds at the wall like border lines
Reproduce not to go for go made to change to reduced
You forgetting it's pulse and all you a hard wood
Otherwise speechless
Or perhaps they would like to promise to feed them
T-t-t-took the time to break cops code and meet them at
The full on all your yoke
You wouldn't do you good to be that good help when
Doctors disprove about yourself
To never recall at all that the fetus did name your
Penis in fame
Solve the little path to your whooping luck d-d-did t-
T-to have that heart attack

So you don't never did see burst in sun light did where
Winner with your window shut
You see lies undid

All one wants is to be missed
To throw no flag
But see American have punches posing as poetry

Don't fret
Just grab your car and throw it to (?) from death

I have nothing to give you but these days
I am broken stone that'll waste nor death
Teeth behind kisses
Nothing right with death



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