WTNS - juvenile Lyrics

Your body lost in your bloating stomach
Those eerie echoes that make you ache
The seed hits the walls
The seed hits the walls
Putain chef tu fais vraiment n'importe quoi, tu vas me dire que tu t'en rends pas compte?
You listen intently to the muffled steam
You make dinner hoping the blood will stream
Your body lost in your bloating stomach
Those eerie echoes that make you ache
The seed hits the walls
The seed hits the walls
It's been silent for a while and you know it
It dug a hole in your throat and flattened your feet
The fruits are bland, shit, the meat is dried
Can you still say you're in charge when it hits your thigh?
Breathe when it can
Breathe while it can
Lie down lie down
Breathe while it can breathe
Lie down
Breathe when it can
Breathe while it can
Breathe
The seed hits the walls
Can you feel it? How tall is your wall?
Breathe when it can
Breathe while it can
Breathe
Your body lost in your bloating stomach
Those eerie echoes that make you ache
Breathe while it can breathe
Breathe while it can breathe
The seed hits the walls
The seed hits the walls