Bags for Corpses Lyrics


You are light as a anorak

Never nice, but are you not evil

Know you this play in overtime

If body is blind and mug is nasty nightmare

Dirt surround the stay, you’re our final gain

Our dumb friend, noise is here tactless

Down we go together both one dough

Down breathe the harmony, swallow me

You are black, as a rain

I’m your slave, you’re my house

You belong me, I belong you

Hand in hand, towards a decay

Overtime, over game

Crazy world, without name

Bag of stilt, kill your gods

Hide my face, memory die

I like black bags

They are most clean

Lamb in the sky

Clean darkness

Certain destiny