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Andrew Whiteman - Death Cock Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Trouble, my trouble, it's death
Sounds like disease with regret
Vacuum's heart or out bits
Delicate seizures and all the rest

[Verse 2]
Trouble, my trouble, mourir
Left my lungs with the fear
Test patterns on you
I killed you, I did it, my dear

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Trouble, my trouble, it's death
Skin like a sidewalk that left
Desperate cum is in our bed
A little while, I failed you at best
(I failed you at best)
(I failed you at best)

[Verse 4]
Of course, silence's gonna cost a little
I like shadows in my sleep
Coming in here, caught yourself on the fast you said
"Comments are gorgeous, please don't speak"
I decide who lives in my best room
I got windows to protect my breed
Put down your spirit and tell me there's something desirable for you and me
[Bridge]
(That's it)
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir