Corpse Kid - Into the Sun

There is no real magic there's no real magic ever
Point me I don't like dead bitches don't fool
Feel possessed I smoke the bless
I ain't never waking up
Feel possessed I smoke the bless
I ain't never waking up
Stare that pussy boy down
Until he know his fucking place
Corpse
Corpse so violent
No respect bitch I'm against the grain
I turn them stain
Clique in the back
We clicking on triggers if they wanna front
Up and down
Turn around
Let me hit it from the back then smoke a blunt
I don't need to talk it twice I'm numb
I don't need no strap to make them run
Realest motherfucker own the front
Chopping up in Paris
Make them jump
Point me I don't like dead bitches don't fool
Walk around
Eyes are down
Wonder why I talk a frown
The grey are clouds
In my town I flip them crucifixes round
Grab on the telephone then dial three to call me
I dissect the bodies then dance on tsunami
Been longing for reasons to not revolution
I put on my grave
Couple flowers I dug them
Reason why I keep a frown
Reason why I keep a frown
Feel possessed I smoke the flesh
I ain't never waking up

Written by:
sebastien del prete, sebastien delprete

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