Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Disease , by - Alexandra Savior. Song from the album The Archer, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 09.01.2020
Record label: 30th Century
Song language: English
Bad Disease |
| His jacket calls me with obsidian blade |
| He’s got a knack for spittin' blood over red lipstick stains |
| I drank the venom from the cobra 'round his neck |
| Made it my life mission to feel that again |
| He’s got a bad disease, no, no |
| I think it’s rubbin' off on me, no, no |
| He’s got spider silk hands |
| I think I’ve fallen into them |
| The ground he walks upon resigns to dust |
| Pandemonium quivers at his touch |
| My preacher, my undefined creature |
| Consumes me |
| He’s got a bad disease, no, no |
| I think it’s rubbin' off on me, no, no |
| He’s got spider silk hands |
| I think I’ve fallen into them |
| And my infection is the hand on my lower back |
| I have exacted that he’s got something that I lack |
| Oh, the power of the man with the switchblade comb |
| He always says, «I couldn’t manage you on my own» |
| He’s got a bad disease, no, no |
| I think it’s rubbin' off on me, no, no |
| He’s got spider silk hands |
| I think I’ve fallen into them |