Ed Gein - He's crazy, He's mental, He's sick Ed Gein - The head of a girl in his sink Ed Gein - His soup bowl is made of a skull Ed Gein - Your face
BLOOD FALL TO THE GROUND BARNICE WARDEN NEXT VICTIM HEADLESS BODY ON A HOOK NATURAL BORN PSYCHOPATH AND HIS NAME "ED GEIN"
How could you be content To drift through life never questioning Sticking your head in the sand Whenever you see something you dont like If you cant see
Carve another notch in your bedpost, whore Lay back and tally up the score Count the number of hearts you've ripped from chests Then put your pretty eyes
She's a dead horse. There's no sense in beating her into the ground. She's a dead horse. Accept it and move on. No matter how many times you kick her
We have three choices from here Evolution, regression, or stagnation And I will choose the first I would rather move on Because looking backwards is Worse
Light up another one, you inconsiderate shit head You're infringing on my right to breathe clean air For all of us who like our lungs the way they are
"it's not what you say, but how you say it." keep telling yourself that and it will become you. but when you're held up to the light you're transparent
I can see it in your eyes You've finally learned your lesson I could forgive and forget But it's to little, to late I could say I told you so But I think
You want to see me fail You want to pump my dreams full of lead And put their blood soaked corpses On public display with a sign around their neck that
shed tears of blood in the evening sun. bathed in orange and silhouetted. the brightness decieves. you ripped out my heart. your smile decieves. turn
even as a friend you manage to lodge a knife between my shoulder blades. i have no more need for these photos. i have betrayal and viciousness to remind
ترجمه: Gein ، اد. ضرب و شتم یک اسب مرده.
ترجمه: وابسته برقص مرگ. اد Gein.
: Falsos heroes, han caido?. Estoy harto de escuchar sus escusas no entiendo todos se han ido con el tiempo y yo sigo aqui, mis hermanos no son lo
