Lyrics: Old Skin Album: Paegan Terrorism Tactics Artist: Acid Bath WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a BLACKGOD’s thumb we dance like painted puppets she bleeds orgasm in techni-color an ocean of alien mystery we…
Lyrics: Toubabo Koomi Album: When The Kite String Pops Artist: Acid Bath we wanna see some blood we need a new whore we don’t give a fuck we just want more blood we want blood we want blood I’m…
Lyrics: Cassie Eats Cockroaches Album: When The Kite String Pops Artist: Acid Bath feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my skin the viruses crawl over me and feel for some way in cassie loves to swallow…
Lyrics: What Color Is Death Album: When The Kite String Pops Artist: Acid Bath what color is death? the shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death I don’t want you I want your flesh close my eyes…
Lyrics: Paegan Love Song Album: Paegan Terrorism Tactics Artist: Acid Bath Dying felt so goddamn good today If I was ever alive well it’s hard to say It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt…
Lyrics: New Corpse Album: Paegan Terrorism Tactics Artist: Acid Bath The pagan flames burn through the night Everything’s mine Blackness my whore I bleed the light Everything’s mine I know my time is coming soon Everything’s mine Miles of…
Lyrics: Dr. Suess Is Dead Album: When The Kite String Pops Artist: Acid Bath Dr. Suess is dead We await… life Dr. Suess is dead A cloud of flies obscure the sun A stone is dropped a dream undone…
Lyrics: Locust Spawning Album: Paegan Terrorism Tactics Artist: Acid Bath Locusts are coming Spine will twist, heads will cave I am the funeral dancer on the outer wave… the outer wave Spine will twist, heads will cave I am…
Lyrics: Finger Paintings Of The Insane Album: When The Kite String Pops Artist: Acid Bath Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain Glistening and new, the sunsets coming Fingerpaintings of the insane…
Lyrics: The Morticians Flame Album: When The Kite String Pops Artist: Acid Bath hunter of tears, relative pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flower buds, on smiling lips is…
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