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The Horrors - Horrors Theme

Doctor,put your gloves on,they may protect you from the stains
Button your coat right to the top,tip from the jar the brain,oh oh oh
Your good woman is set down crying on the stair
Doctor put your gloves on as if you even care about her
Get up from your chair,youre the only one in the room,doctor,please oh get up
Get up from your chair,get up from your seat,doctor please get up,too long youve been asleep
[A carcass in the bedroom,a carcass at the table,and this is all quiet upsetting.presents for you
all,a flower for your mistress like a complete denial of whats been done] doctor,put your gloves
on,they may protect you from the stains tell me,would you love her and tip from the jar the
brain oh oh oh climb to the top of the stair,pausing to reflect, on the nature of your
disgrace doctor,what did you expect? chorus

Дата написания: 24 Февраля 2024 09:50:12

The Horrors - She is a new thing

She is a special girl,you know
The kind id hope to see hanging on a wall
Watching me cross the street
I wonder how long it will be before im sick of her
And i no longer care where she goes or has been [cause shes a new thing feel my Stomach sink and i
curse my slow limbs
She is a new thing,another new thing,staring at her,alterior girl]
Once she had me on my knees enamoured with disease
now she fails to impress a different sickness
A different kind of sickness,laking any interest
And i,sunk in apathy,totaly absorbed in me,sitting vacant on my own,my senses lying prone,she was a
new thing[...] with sickness,it ends how it begins-first mine than hers and the cycle blurs as
my action reoccur through no fault of my own...i have a new

Дата написания: 24 Февраля 2024 09:50:11