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• Artiste: El-creepo!
• Titre: Pitchfork
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Stoke the flames, little devil It's gonne ba a long night Bloodshot insomniac Keep your eyes on the prize And take all your secrets to the grave You'll never know just what hit you You'll never know just what hit you Was it a hammerhead? An empty threat? A demonic chant? A sycophant? You'll never know just what hit you Compassion doesn't live here anymore Only a vacancy of who I used to be Take all your secrets to the grave Take all your secrets to the grave La lala lala la la lalalalalala La lala lala la la lalalalalala La lala lala la la lalalalalala La lala lala la la lalalalalala Judas hanging, tight rope and swinging Madness sets in and man is served with wine Wake up, wake up, it's judgement day And the cannibals have come to dine La lala lala la la lalalalalala La lala lala la la lalalalalala La lala lala la la lalalalalala La lala lala la la lalalalalala Terrible visions and I'm deadly pale A deceiver and destroyer of hearts Nightmares and pieces, you look familiar Splashed up all over the walls Cannibalize the delicacy Now you're a part of me I'll eat you up, you're in my recipe And now a part of me I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me