NOT SORRY — 2022
If the flesh rots, the soul for sure withers, And that reeks the doldrums Crushes the ventral heart, the very best friend, With the evil side, craves the dirty clash, If the heart breaks, the brain for sure survives…, And that hurts, you die, A murder memory, the very dope friend…. Hits the dark hope, If the will bends, it's for sure twisted, It'll make you sick, attach you to me, the same old tricks and against the wall, It will smash your head, And your haunting lies… will… die. diieee ~ If the ghost smiles, it's to make you serve me, I am what you want; I am what you hate, You deserve me, but you're not ready, It will smash your head, And your haunting lies. If the will bends, it's for sure twisted, It'll make you sick, attach you to me, the same old tricks and against the wall, It will smash your head. (Hey hey hey!) Die (die)! (Hey hey hey!) Smash your head! Die (die) / (Hey, hey!), Die (die)! If the devil smiles, it's to better serve me, I am what you feed; I am what you need, You deserve me but you're not ready, It will smash your head in your haunting lies. If the will bends, it's for sure twisted, It'll make you sick, attach you to me-e-e. Lovely bones Desire inside her Lonely bones, Desire, inside her Lovely bones Desire inside her Lonely bones, Desire, inside her. (Hey, hey, hey!) (Hey, hey, hey!)