Moist - Freaky Be Beautiful |
Freaky Be Beautiful
Moist I'm walking this railings edge Just to feel this good And freaky be beautiful you came following me Like I knew you would It tickled my fancy tickled my sense of fun You claw like a rack on my back ever thickening Its just begun And his blood it sprays so cold Freaky be beautiful he falls My crallow bird waiting On my face he feels so cold Shallow breathed shrapnel lung And its thickening kick off turns the sun I'm pressing the beak to my cheek Freaky be beautiful he falls And his blood it sprays so cold On my face he feels so cold Oh no oh no Freaky be beautiful he falls On my face he feels so cold And his blood it sprays so cold So I rot down inside And I will not deny For the loss I'm winding... Freaky be beautifulDig it out... |