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Date of issue: 23.04.2020
Song language: English
Meet You at the Swamp |
I’ve been digging in the swamp |
The only place where you’ll find my kind |
It’s where the lizards come to romp |
And have their ways with the ones we find |
I met a birdie there last night |
Evil thing sang and caught my tears |
So I devoured her on sight |
As an od to possess for years |
You came along and broke my heart |
One handful’s all it took |
To know we were chaos from the start |
Uh-oh, I don’t mind, even when you’re so unkind |
Uh-oh, hear my plea, let’s find out how wrong we can be |
Oh no, I want inside, not just your mind, but your filthy hide |
Your mouth and your eyes, sweet as mom’s milk, sick as flies |
When you’re crazy makes me wet |
But I’m the one with the damaged brain |
And when you’re gone I won’t forget |
But I’d rather have you up in chains |
I didn’t ask to be like this |
Created perfect then you turn your face |
I’d rather go to the abyss |
Then return to the human race |
Hey there child, sing along |
I know you feel you don’t belong |
Inside this bog where normals live |
Beneath the mud we all forgive |
Stupid girl, get on your knees |
You’re free to share this rare disease |
But bring them back so we can meet |
I like to know the ones we eat |
I been digging in the swamp |
The only place where you’ll find my kind |
It’s where the lizards come to romp |
And have their ways with the ones we find |
I met a birdie there last night |
Evil thing sang and caught my tears |
So I devoured her on sight |
As an od to possess for years |
When you’re crazy makes me wet |
But I’m the one with the damaged brain |
And when you’re gone I won’t forget |
I’d rather have you up in chains |
I didn’t ask to be like this |
Created perfect then you turn your face |
I’d rather go to the abyss |
Then return to the human race |
Uh-oh, I don’t mind, even when you’re so unkind |
Uh-oh, hear my plea, let’s find out how wrong we can be |
Oh no, I want inside, not just your mind, but your filthy hide |
Your mouth and your eyes, sweet as mom’s milk, sick as flies |