Paroles de ACD (Abcessive Compulsive Disorder)

Swallow Corrosive confection Decay Rotting in the womb I can wallow in your filth I live to Here we are again Will someone find a cure cause You know me and you know I am not well I always knew I'd eventually hurt you Infection My bacteria Always give you all to me Old aches from your new mistakes Same mistakes Here we are again Will someone find a cure cause You know me and you know I am not well I always knew I'd eventually hurt you And I will leave you With a bad taste in your mouth Here we are again Will someone find a cure cause You know me and you know I am not well I always knew I'd eventually hurt you