Lives in a little lonely town. No one's around except for the drinking. Nobody ever gets around. But those who leave the township sinking May you rot in heaven. Gotta be home by seven And the fiel
It's a shame you're not here. On the cross, in my ear. Hearing things loud and clear. Come outside have no fear And clear the smoke, get some fresh air. Someone waits, someone cares. In the broad
Body that rests before me. With every dying breath. Spellbound and gagged. I commence your flesh to dirt Body that lay before me. In everlasting death. Entombed in abscess. To rot and lie stinki