Wolfnote (The)
Ants In Her Trance
I've got arms like antfarms.She's got a face I can't forget,conceived the nights her parents met.Our hands touch, cold.Listen for certain city soundsand move underground.He's blushing from a stomach stab!Embarassment is on our hands!Ain't nothin' gonna be alright--tonight.You've got what we need,notify your family.Notify your children, and wife.Swish, cut, like second nature.We'll push a broken bottle through your fleshand end your life.It's time for you to meet your maker, say good-bye to your blood.Tonight there.. There's no escaping.We'll catch you if you run.
From Letras Mania