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Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection Waking at the time fine brain matter Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head Wondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eye Picking at the dead skin How does gonorrhea feel? Once you read keep us fed Falling off a horse's hind Diggin' me sunshine where's the other bigger sin Deep inside the house before the roof caved in Getting in psy trance watching till you half sin Piece a lie made it hymn and killing him Pedaboy's flocking by, testified he's chickened out After all is said and done we live to shit to kill to come Pain his trust this tragedy Pain his trust this tragedy Pain his trust this tragedy Why is everything so needy? Testing their pecking young blood piecing along perfection Would you let time better fine brain matter Letras de canciones Testing their pecking gun there piecing along perfection Waging if the time better fine brain matter Any medical student could've seen that the eyes were torn from the body by nothing other than human fingers! (Thanks to Jacqueline for these lyrics) From Letras Mania