Death Cock

Trouble, my trouble, it's death

Sounds like disease with regret

Vacuum's heart or out bits

Delicate seizures and all the rest

Trouble, my trouble, mourir

Left my lungs with the fear

Test patterns on you

I killed you, I did it, my dear

Trouble, my trouble, it's death

Skin like a sidewalk that left

Desperate cum is in our bed

A little while, I failed you at best

(I failed you at best)

(I failed you at best)

Of course, silence's gonna cost a little

I like shadows in my sleep

Coming in here, caught yourself on the fast you said

"Comments are gorgeous, please don't speak"

I decide who lives in my best room

I got windows to protect my breed

Put down your spirit and tell me there's something desirable for you and me

(That's it)

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir