Текст песни VOODOOCULT - King Of The Beautifukl Cockroach

Composed by David T. Ball/David Vella/Gabby Abularach. Lyrics by Phillip Boa

High on the hills of time, high on the razor's edge high on the strang of life
Deep in the mire, in the jungle of knives, dancing, we are, in danger zones
Amongst the healer-dealers, we celebrate the coronation of our own tristesse.
And early in the morning I seek my way back to a beautiful bed
that's my life I'm never too early that's how it is, my question too hungry
All I do was asking always, always asking oo fast, don't ask way -
or kill you by my true confession.
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I guess I need a father to look up to your father
But he was never there, and never to please, makes me never feel quilty.
In a deca(y)de...of essence sense and ethics - passing by like an SST crashing on tycoon.
Smell of man-piss ever corner this is no moral tale

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