Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Show, artist - clipping.. Album song There Existed an Addiction to Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
The Show |
See how the bone exposed? |
Nice blood bouquet, trace of marrow |
Fuckboy tryin' to hold his nose |
Let it drip, one sip, taste his halo |
Say bro, why’s your skin on the flo'? |
Where’s your hair? |
It’s nothin' but follicles |
That’s called a close shave, don’t y’all suppose? |
Trail of toenails left through the snow |
But he should know he fucked with the wrong one |
Sawed off shoulder, fuck the shotgun |
Can’t afford talk, cat got his tongue |
And she might get his lips next just for fun |
The blessed refreshment when his breath’s barely there |
To blast his slashed face with fresh compressed air |
And press his chest just to keep his heart beatin' |
Open your eyes, bitch, you got to see this |
Don’t know, which body part should go? |
First, spin the wheel, vertigo |
It’s an art you partake in and just know |
You all paid to watch, let’s start the show |
Come out, sit your ass down |
Don’t blink, don’t make a sound |
Just look, it’s okay to cry |
You live your best life when you watch them die |
The best menage is a death menage, agree? |
Chest massage with electric rods for three |
Just because, probably set they jaws with rebar |
And then pause while you get photography |
Tendon saw to extend the cavity |
What can fit, what are you imagining? |
Share your thoughts, it is time for banterin' |
Killer be right back to enact a masterpiece |
In the entr’acte, they contemplate escape |
Bear trap to the calf, that’s just basic pain |
Paced to make the brain face its strength and strain |
Gracefully to places escaping sane |
Thoughts to basic survival of |
Y’all came to see the amygdala |
A signal fire in the limbic nerves |
And gotta give the kill what the kill deserves |
Don’t know, which body part should go? |
First, spin the wheel, vertigo |
It’s an art you partake in and just know |
You all paid to watch, let’s start the show |
Come out, sit your ass down |
Don’t blink, don’t make a sound |
Just look, it’s okay to cry |
You live your best life when you watch them die |
Gotta reach the bottom, why you Muddy Waters |
With your hollerin' for help? |
(Uh?) |
That is not an option, throw your caution to the |
Wind and live within yourself (Uh?) |
You can prolly count on one hand all the times that |
You have ever really felt anything |
And when it’s finally done and everything is numb |
Your killer lets you know you’re welcome |
Over to the edge and look over it, you ain’t never gonna fly |
With all the comfort your holdin' with all of your might |
And then try as your might to get over it, it ain’t over |
To kill a saint, killer say you will know the limits of |
Flesh stretched and eyes bled before they die |
You said you had demons to exorcise |
And cash in hand, stand to witness demise |
Time’s come, killer wants audience advice |
Don’t know, which body part should go? |
First, spin the wheel, vertigo |
It’s an art you partake in and just know |
You all paid to watch, let’s start the show |
Come out, sit your ass down |
Don’t blink, don’t make a sound |
Just look, it’s okay to cry |
You live your best life when you watch them die |