Letra de Lycanthrope

Be gone! Cry in your own head We all have our own itchings See more of my true nature Those rings are strung on the table I'm gonna find you It's strange the fuel of my anger It's shameless the way that we murder Sometimes I hear the demons buzzing And I know it's time for the hunting You'd go good with some butter You'd go good with white bread I wanna suck all your butter And I wanna fuck up your head Can't say it but I feel something Yeah like the sun in my chest Exploding yet coming together Together like something obsessed