No face no place no chase outside
I feel like allready dead
Bad feeling not gives up a crowntin crown again
Your everlong zoo blade family cone
Ben for evil moon
Grape me down, identify a criminal foe

Oh no be shure

I’m waiting under moon pailing
For that tool ranging
Underground is perfect for that sound

Evil rat goes on the Santas house
Little mother helpers on [bad word] Figure me up for a gape

Allways be shut
Only never was out

No face no chase no place but us
I feel like allready drown
Hake me alone drake beat [bad word] crime again
P.O.T.S.H.E.R.D.
I feel like pretty Ramone
Get me alive to beat me of the gain.

It’s alive
It’s ok
Hanging on it arround again