Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carve My Face, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Song language: English
Carve My Face |
| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day |
| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others |
| Put me on the porch |
| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers |
| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be |
| Well somebody picked me |
| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in |
| Chop my top off like Moseley does |
| Reach your hand in and rip out my guts |
| The face creates the little rips it cuts |
| Like slicing through a bunch of scream queen sluts |
| Put a fire in my belly so my eyes light up |
| It’s time to make the season of the pumpkin like us |
| Soon I’ll be retreating with the worms and the bugs |
| I’ll be what they’re eating, yet again I’m lifeless |
| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day |
| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others |
| Put me on the porch |
| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers |
| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be |
| Well somebody picked me |
| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in |
| Every line in my jacket jump, neatly traced |
| Every seed that I spit, get a taste |
| Waste, nothing sitting on the front porch |
| Gazing so amazing all the shadows dance life-changing |
| They just stare, I stare back dreaming |
| One step closer, can I see 'em |
| I just wanna be them |
| Eyes, nose, mouth cut out |
| A perfect match for the act |
| Take 'em back to the pumpkin patch |
| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day |
| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others |
| Put me on the porch |
| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers |
| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be |
| Well somebody picked me |
| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in |
| Carve the eye, now the eyeball |
| Remove the lid, let the orange guts fall |
| Carve the nose, put the knife in |
| Jiggle it around, let it make its own decisions |
| Carve the smile or carve the frown |
| Pyramids for teeth, knife up and down |
| Careful not to slip when carvin' and cut and bleed |
| Cause the taste of human blood is all a pumpkin really needs |
| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day |
| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others |
| Put me on the porch |
| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers |
| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be |
| Well somebody picked me |
| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in |