Dying Breed Fleshflower текст песни, слова песни Fleshflower Dying Breed
Dying Breed - Fleshflower
Then I'm fucked again
Echo that same old song
Certain past the ego
Certain expansion of the self
Meatbreath tomb
Pistil whipped up pollen
Vining
Sturdying the grooves
Fresh plow
Upon the ventral side again
And lube down
The American dustbowl
Growth
Flowering
Wall to wall you'll fucking hate me…
I'll find the words to fuck you up
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