A Trunk Full of Dead Bodies

In The Slightest
in the worst wayI'd love to see how you'd react the look on your face don't be shy because angels stab in sequence don't let my legs grow tired from walking in circles that you left here don't invite me in your silly words I don't comprehend don't invite me in your silly games I don't understand (x2) all I have is this corpse and the box is leaking all I want is your death but you just keep breathing From Letras Mania