Testo di 'I SUCK THE DEVIL'S COCK' di SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE

I'm covered
And taking numbers at the door
Propped up, automate this experience
Don’t ask me who it’s for

I catch the sky
And hide my diamonds in your eyes
I know they shatter when they overflow
I'm daring you to come

This food will rot
On its way to the ground
I came to sing and dance for you
I came to spit into your mouth
Face to the screen
I lie completed and recede
I know that money’s just a metaphor
A cost to pull the strings

Always on my mind, I saw it the first time high, alone
When you hear the call, will you answеr? Always far from home
Relapse in a car whеn my heart was hurting, broke and fried
When you walk alone, can you feel it follow? I am on your side

Sometimes I find my impulse is to stare straight into the Sun
Motion sickness creeps in. When I was fifteen I knew how to run
I swear I’ll find you once again, I know love never ends
Remember when the feeling is gone

Dropped blood on the picture
It won’t smudge but look away
I know you feel it, it’s hard to see
But it’s different now

No money left to spend
No one to spend it on
I know you feel it, it’s hard to
It’s all different now
Dropped blood on the picture
It won’t smudge but look away
I know you feel it, it’s hard to see
But it’s different now

No money left to spend
No one to spend it on
I know you feel it, it’s hard to
It’s all different now

Scared of needles
But not of everything
Another middle class
Dumb American
Falling asleep

He don’t appreciate
Constructive criticism
His glow, it permeates
Beyond the scope of vision
You’re a special soul

So let your ego die
And burn up everything
You don't need their help
You don't need anything
You're in control