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This round caught the boiling points,
Severed hands, dismembered body parts
I'll face the answer when I cornered age thirteen.
Flowers to remember the dead.
I'll taste you to stain all of us,
To bury my hands.
I'll scream from the top of the world,
And hope you'll hear me.
Leave me sour,
Leave me sour,
Unfulfilled.
(Stiff aroused)
Leave me sour,
Leave me sour,
Unfulfilled.
(Stiff aroused)
Farewell Nikki
Farewell Nikki
Farewell Nikki
Farewell Nikki
Farewell Nikki
Farewell Nikki
Farewell Nikki
Farewell Nikki
Could have sworn that youd run,
A beautiful girl,
Whose smiles could cut me.
Could have sworn that youd fall,
A beautiful girl,
Whose smiles could cut me.
Shabutie,
Shabutie,
Shabutie
Yeah, well Im a disciple.
Shabutie,
Shabutie,
(Oh yeah)
Shabutie,
Yeah, well Im a disciple.
Could have sworn that youd fall,
A beautiful girl,
Whose smiles could cut me.
Could have sworn that youd fall,
A beautiful girl,
Whose smiles could cut me.
Shabutie,
Shabutie,
Shabutie
Yeah, well Im a disciple.
Shabutie,
Shabutie,
Shabutie
Yeah, well Im a disciple.