Artist: bile
Song: when the dead come home
Album: Sex Reflex
Year: 2000
Interception, contortion, domineering, ignoring, Cancellation of frustration. far cry from realization, between suffocation's mind.
Dulling lies, there is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. Psychology of fear, the agony
and ecstasy makes death stomp and cheer, it's taunting me, it's taunting me. Argument, indecision, false pleasure is all that your
given, it's what you're living. There is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. If your fucking
with the demons on the slimy side of town, you've got to keep low down and try not to make a sound. If they catch you with a
razor and you're trying to slit your wrists, you'd better make sure it's worth it before you take on that bitch. There is no alive,
WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. There is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone
smiles, when they're dead. When the dead come home.
