Gather Round, Gather Round
Pigs of all ages
Soon you'll be lost in a mist of skin
Prepare yourselves, to witness
The product of our urges
And the divinity of sin
Intimate prey... The romance she once dreamt of
Is now her financial gain
And the more that she hates it
The more that they are willing to pay
The plastic dolls
That she once held
Are now sold for drugs
While she gives head
Memories of her miserable past
Taking control as she tries to repress
And falls to the ground to stop the disease
Yet another angel getting dirt on her knees
And she shivers and shakes at the knock on the door
She gives it her best, but she never comes close
To give her children affection and food
All of God's creatures get lost in the woods
Get your paper out
While the object begs
It's all it takes
For her to spread her legs
Romance is dead
And we're the ones who killed it...
Trapped, under glass
Sewn eyelids for her guilt
And holding on
To drown in her own filth
Trapped, under glass
Sewn eyelids for her guilt
And holding on
To drown in her own filth
Memories of her miserable past
Taking control as she tries to repress
And falls to the ground to stop the disease
Yet another angel getting dirt on her knees
And she shivers and shakes at the knock on the door
She gives it her best, but she never comes close
To give her children affection and food
All of God's creatures get lost in the woods
Drown in Your Venom - Case Thirteen : Night Walker Lyrics
Drown in Your Venom - Case Thirteen : Night Walker Lyrics
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Gather Round, Gather Round
Pigs of all ages
Soon you'll be lost in a mist of skin
Prepare yourselves, to witness
The product of our urges
And the divinity of sin
Intimate prey... The romance she once dreamt of
Is now her financial gain
And the more that she hates it
The more that they are willing to pay
The plastic dolls
That she once held
Are now sold for drugs
While she gives head
Memories of her miserable past
Taking control as she tries to repress
And falls to the ground to stop the disease
Yet another angel getting dirt on her knees
And she shivers and shakes at the knock on the door
She gives it her best, but she never comes close
To give her children affection and food
All of God's creatures get lost in the woods
Get your paper out
While the object begs
It's all it takes
For her to spread her legs
Romance is dead
And we're the ones who killed it...
Trapped, under glass
Sewn eyelids for her guilt
And holding on
To drown in her own filth
Trapped, under glass
Sewn eyelids for her guilt
And holding on
To drown in her own filth
Memories of her miserable past
Taking control as she tries to repress
And falls to the ground to stop the disease
Yet another angel getting dirt on her knees
And she shivers and shakes at the knock on the door
She gives it her best, but she never comes close
To give her children affection and food
All of God's creatures get lost in the woods
Pigs of all ages
Soon you'll be lost in a mist of skin
Prepare yourselves, to witness
The product of our urges
And the divinity of sin
Intimate prey... The romance she once dreamt of
Is now her financial gain
And the more that she hates it
The more that they are willing to pay
The plastic dolls
That she once held
Are now sold for drugs
While she gives head
Memories of her miserable past
Taking control as she tries to repress
And falls to the ground to stop the disease
Yet another angel getting dirt on her knees
And she shivers and shakes at the knock on the door
She gives it her best, but she never comes close
To give her children affection and food
All of God's creatures get lost in the woods
Get your paper out
While the object begs
It's all it takes
For her to spread her legs
Romance is dead
And we're the ones who killed it...
Trapped, under glass
Sewn eyelids for her guilt
And holding on
To drown in her own filth
Trapped, under glass
Sewn eyelids for her guilt
And holding on
To drown in her own filth
Memories of her miserable past
Taking control as she tries to repress
And falls to the ground to stop the disease
Yet another angel getting dirt on her knees
And she shivers and shakes at the knock on the door
She gives it her best, but she never comes close
To give her children affection and food
All of God's creatures get lost in the woods
Writer: Tin Marjanović
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