Paroles de Retards (Asinine Suffering)

Find your own contamination whore Breeding venom with spunk, vagina filled with mud Screaming lust, love not found here You filthy fucker, you breed the dirt Insane are your thoughts and broken is your will To want, to need to fill the young and pure Was she your own - was he your whore Breaking thier spine with your disfigurement Finding your own while killing off your line Cursing your blood into your own decline You will fall far Dirt running through your veins will kill over and over Dirt running through your veins will kill over your dead body Whore Open your blind eye again, siblings open themselves up for you Open your blind eye and fill them with your own demise