Taste of success life in the limelight
I would like to have treated my mother
But her ghost keeps floating around me
Waiting for me to take me to hell
She took my hand then shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
I can still paint my pictures
Freeze and light study of love
Metabolism blooming and Demise
Heap of ashes and The Seeds Of Love
Still waiting to take me to hell
She took my hand shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
I can still paint my pictures
Pissed and depressed
Looking out of my window
Living with the dead around me
Then stare, stare at the fire waiting to...
Waiting for hellll
She took my hand shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
But I can still paint my pictures
Suplex Machine - Unfathomable Death Lyrics
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Taste of success life in the limelight
I would like to have treated my mother
But her ghost keeps floating around me
Waiting for me to take me to hell
She took my hand then shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
I can still paint my pictures
Freeze and light study of love
Metabolism blooming and Demise
Heap of ashes and The Seeds Of Love
Still waiting to take me to hell
She took my hand shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
I can still paint my pictures
Pissed and depressed
Looking out of my window
Living with the dead around me
Then stare, stare at the fire waiting to...
Waiting for hellll
She took my hand shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
But I can still paint my pictures
I would like to have treated my mother
But her ghost keeps floating around me
Waiting for me to take me to hell
She took my hand then shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
I can still paint my pictures
Freeze and light study of love
Metabolism blooming and Demise
Heap of ashes and The Seeds Of Love
Still waiting to take me to hell
She took my hand shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
I can still paint my pictures
Pissed and depressed
Looking out of my window
Living with the dead around me
Then stare, stare at the fire waiting to...
Waiting for hellll
She took my hand shot my finger
I fell down, down on the ground
But I can still paint my pictures
Writer: John Bratt
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