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Текст (слова) песни: Tear Garden - Empathy With The Devil



My flavor is the stuff of locusts. Hot chili firebrand spitting volcano
teeth. Bleeding skies, sulpher mines... The foul breath of Satan`s favorite
gutter worm. You feel me when I`m close - an ice wind of steel stilettos
hammered in your spine. Quicksilver nausea spinning, spewing forth and
everything`s a mess. every posession you ever had - wrecked - lying at your
feet. Telegrams that tell you God is dead piled high on the TV. The
incessant TV. Burbling. Distorted. A cheesecake nun advertising 20 brands
of sea cow lemon shit in 60 different languages. A gargoyle handjives for
the hard of hearing. Subliminals. Criminals. Phoney buisinessmen in thick
rimmed glasses. Bad comedians. Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah chorus -
the forgotton version - out of key (slightly). Just enough to annoy you.
My flavor is cheap perfume on rotting Man-Ray maggots! Dead maggots. My
flavor`s a wound re-opening by surprise, green fishes eyes flowing out.
Wriggling things. Gelatinous. Still alive and screaming - out of key
(slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor`s a plunging elevator a
millisecond before it hits the cellar. A cellar with mutated rats. Old -
very old - lost teeth. Abortions. Garbage. So pungent it hums - out of
key (slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor`s your flavor. Deep
within you. Hidden. Waiting to get out...

 

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