Hate Paste Lyrics
Bit my lipAnd it's the same thing.Now I'm reduced to a pulp.Your undisturbed and decoratedDecorations lie.You're hounded by pulseStabbed by spitAnd your brain fitsDespite your ears.Another one has run in.Rottin and gossiped,You're all used upWith a burst up shell. (?)Why're you gonna try itIf you know you don't like itHow're you gonna give it upIf you ain't got it.Why're you gonna use itIf you think that it's broke.Why're you gonna swell the show (?)The things that you're breaking down, down, down.Down cold thresh flesh pasteDeliver hate paste.Voices sick and swellingYou say you don't like it.You say you don't like it.But you just don't get itYou just don't get it.You're hounded by pulse,Stabbed by spitAnd your brain shitsTo clog your ears.A casual markMade by a bird.What you lostWith your fair hands.Why're you gonna try itIf you know you don't like it.How're you gonna give it upIf you ain't got it.Why're you gonna use itIf you think that it's brokeWhy're you gonna swell the showThe things that you're breaking down, down, down
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