Paroles de Waco Jesus

I can't appeal to this mountain of a man Whether nails in his hands or hunting with his white whale He is someone to no one No one to his mother And if his ecstasy is half as I believe I'm calling the campaign a job well done When I see a star in my search history I can't breathe, a star for Star Baby Your will be done Machine gun flood Kiss your porcelain skin No one else will do it Pleasure in disgust Unison chromatic lust I can't believe the horror in your eyes Did I meet your expectations? Or were mine simply too high? I keep scrolling down her scrapbook Content with ever after Licking down her back now Cause her vertebrae's all I'll ever need Heavenly, her curves should be Art History Magdalene worshipped by my savior Your will be done Machine gun flood Kiss your porcelain skin No one else will do it Pleasure in disgust Unison chromatic lust I, I can't appeal to this mountain of a man Whe- whether nails in his hands or hunting with his white whale He is someone to no one No one to his mother Love to see my Delilah riding When she takes my hair for granted When she takes my, when she takes my hair When I see a star in my search history I can't breathe, a star for Star Baby Kiss your porcelain skin No one else will do it Pleasure in disgust Unison chromatic lust