Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ad Nauseam, artist - Dog Fashion Disco. Album song Ad Nauseam, in the genre Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Record label: Rotten
Song language: English
Ad Nauseam |
| Your face makes my insides crawl |
| Across the floor |
| Entrails and all |
| Sliding through |
| Blood and bile |
| Far and wide |
| For miles and miles |
| Your existence is an epic epidemic |
| Conjure dysfunction |
| Levitating |
| In bed with the devil |
| Ad Nauseam |
| The conversation’s over |
| Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out |
| Ad Nauseam |
| You beat that dead horse black and blue |
| Phenomenally nothing new |
| I owe it all to you |
| Ad Nauseam |
| The conversation’s over |
| Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out |
| Ad Nauseam |
| You beat that dead horse black and blue |
| Phenomenally nothing new |
| I owe it all to you |
| Your voice |
| Like a dying animal |
| Sucking in one last breath |
| Before it expires |
| The truth is |
| No one wants you around |
| The lord of the flies |
| All buzzing about |
| You’re a plague all dressed in white |
| A spinning head in the candlelight |
| Unholy union |
| Summoned and exorcised |
| Ad Nauseam |
| The conversation’s over |
| Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out |
| Ad Nauseam |
| You beat that dead horse black and blue |
| Phenomenally nothing new |
| I owe it all to you |
| Ad Nauseam |
| The conversation’s over |
| Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out |
| Ad Nauseam |
| You beat that dead horse black and blue |
| Phenomenally nothing new |
| I owe it all to you |
| Go in peace or prepare for war |
| I’ll shine my armor |
| Words like bullets leave an ugly scar |
| Tend to your wounds |
| Shell shocked and grazed |
| Love is a battlefield |
| I’m lucky to be alive |
| Because you’re out of your mind |
| Out of your mind |
| Out of your mind |
| Out of your mind |
| Out of your mind |
| Round and round we go |
| Skull shattering, brainless ramblings like beans in a can |
| Banging bones in migraine tones of babbling dischord |
| Echoes of empty threats on a daytime talkshow |
| Vertigo mantras repeating and spinning |
| Round and round, back and forth for infinity |
| Your existence is an epic epidemic |
| Conjure dysfunction |
| Levitating |
| In bed with the devil |
| Ad Nauseam |
| The conversation’s over |
| Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out |
| Ad Nauseam |
| You beat that dead horse black and blue |
| Phenomenally nothing new |
| I owe it all to you |
| Ad Nauseam |
| The conversation’s over |
| Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out |
| Ad Nauseam |
| You beat that dead horse black and blue |
| Phenomenally nothing new |
| I owe it all to you |
| I wanna put you out |
| I wanna put you out of your misery |
| Misery |
| I wanna put you out |
| I wanna put you out of your misery |
| Misery |