Snuff Pop Inc. - BAD BLOOD Lyrics

What is left to forget here that doesnt exceed repression?

Whats the use of acquiring things when they only give birth to obsession?



This is the plan after last plan after last plan

Heavy losses of the Fall of Man

Im the self-effacing cannibal run out of bread

My stomachs upset and my sleep is dead



I cant shut myself up anymore

My teeth are ground down to the gums

And Im afraid yours trulys incompatible with me

BAD BLOOD UNDER MY THUMBS



Take me up the creek

Dogs chatter up my barked leg

I can deal with the feel - its the look of the abrasions I dont like



Take me up the creek

Take me up the creep



This hike is going neither up nor down

Paradimbos bigger than everything

I can hear the pro decoies siren call on merit ramps

Will make me cover sorted seconds with their censor stamps

Theres a green horned ungulate out for my soul

More than ready to kill to reach his goal





All Snuff Pop Inc. music and lyrics written byAnt Mozart Khadaffi