Life motivated, life... many drugs, many lifless dead peoples
Lyrics
the stuff /emanuel/
down to your skin and touch within
and unreal feelings but you take the wings
on your face two black empty holes as on your arms
am I demon do I lose everything
I'm fuck around and I'm fuck surrounded
with suckin' faces of idiots prayin' for the cure
baby please you know false of life
and I'm burning in my own fire of desire
needle filled up with stuff of my life
I'm happy bitch my blood is swollen by shits
and your skin slowly creeps and old world begins again
I'm spinnin' as a blowing spore - I want more
please splash my eyes and wash my bloody remains