Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Into the Slaughter Basement, artist - HERE COMES THE KRAKEN.
Date of issue: 17.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Into the Slaughter Basement |
Everything ok |
A regular life but here just me |
I’m a lonely guy |
With the craziest mind |
I love my job |
I see the pain of others |
I am a proud nurse |
Working on the abortion room |
Working on the abortion room |
Why no one keep their children? |
They’re just dead |
If you don’t mind |
I’m gonna play with them |
Now they live with me |
In my dark deep basement |
All they are my sons |
Don’t worry this is not gore |
Don’t worry |
I’ll use them with care |
All they are my sons |
Don’t worry this is not gore |
All they are my sons |
Don’t worry this is not gore |
This is wrong his face |
Doesn’t match |
Or maybe on her |
The other one’s eyes |
Let’s give it a try |
They look good now |
So much better than |
So much better than |
When they pretend to be born |
There’re so many parts left |
Hundred fingers |
Tiny arms |
And those heads |
Stop looking at me |
Everything ok |
A regular life but here just me |
I’m a lonely guy |
With the craziest mind |
I love my job |
I see the pain of ??? |
others |
I am a proud nurse |
Working on the abortion room |
Working on the abortion room |
??? |
No forgiveness for them ??? |
Why no one keep their children? |
? |
Fuck them? |
They’re just dead |
If you don’t mind |
I’m gonna play with them |
Now they live with me |
In my dark deep basement |
This is wrong his face |
Doesn’t match |
Or maybe on her |
The other one’s eyes |
Let’s give it a try |
They look good now |
So much better than |
When they pretend to be born |
There’re so many parts left |
Hundred fingers |
There’re so many parts left |
Tiny arms |
There’re so many parts |
There’re so many parts left |
Hundred fingers |
Why you mess with me |
In here smells like rotten innocents |
Let’s just keep this between us |
And stop telling me all my sins |
Buring this in tiny boxes |
And all? |
You and me burning in hell |
You and me burn in hell |
Die |
Why you mess with me |
In here smells like rotten innocents |
Let’s just keep this between us |
And stop telling me all my sins |
Buring this in tiny boxes |
And all? |
You and me burning in hell |
You and me burn in hell |