Testo di Season Me Right

Very last words Uttered from your lips Tore me into pieces Threw you to the ground Wiped me from your body Drained me from the sheets Still they resonate Your very last words Now it's surely over Unless you bring me tea While serving yourself up to The queen in me I picked on everything You held to be the truth I lived on my machines Nothing's ever real I placed you on a fruitstand You rotted into mulch Still they resonate Your very last words Unraveling before med Handle you like meat Serving you for entrees The remainder of the week Very last words Uttered from your lips Tore me into pieces Threw you to the ground Wiped me from your body Drained me from the sheets Still they resonate Your very last words