a b c d e f g h i g k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 1-9
Buscar Artista
  • Letra Cut Hands Has The Solution de Whitehouse Ranking:
  • Hey, knuckle-nicks

    I'll tell you:

    It's helping

    I'll tell you:

    You're doing the right thing

    I can see you're used

    And I don't know where you've been

    But I do know past failures still haunt you

    Thoughtless slow remarks you later regret

    It's hard to own up and take the blame

    For being a nervous gibbering wreck

    So go on be a careless fucking onlooker

    So you can sit and not-think about pain

    I know about gasping attacks and mirror-blood

    I know about shitbags and shame

    I know a fuckload more than you realise

    A fuck of a lot more than you think

    I know why you can take a kiss

    But not a bone-count hug

    I know you bite your fat banana fingernails

    And I know why you'd need to shave

    I know you're a slow fussy pathetic eater

    And I know you don't sleep much

    But I'll still tell you:

    It's helping

    And I'll still tell you:

    You're doing the right thing

    Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make somebody sorry?

    How often do you pretend to be sick?

    You ever wanted something very much but never told anybody about it?

    Are you such a slug you can't live without a fucking sundae?

    You ever made a bit too much fuss over your cuts?

    Yes, the cutting will be quite dramatic

    If you get the crisscross slit right

    And show an exposed piece of bone

    Ready for harvest

    And in a few seconds' time:

    In a drop of anal red the poison

    And your totally disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body

    Continues to react

    Till mere days after the cutting

    The cancer says well hello

    In between fairground muscle twitches

    And clearly white scaly shit

    Tinkerboy says burnt it out

    The little cunt doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about

    And just weeks after the cutting

    You really don't know

    How well can you imagine

    How soon cheap tears are forgotten

    Because there's no wasted kleenex or sympathy

    Nobody would give a fucking toss

    For a quasi-glamour of your symptoms

    For your Russells sign

    And for your atrocious sleepless lucidity

    Because what if they were provoked?

    It's prefectness and it's all there

    No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples

  • No more daytime trash or drunken wisdom

    At first it seems not to be working

    Til you get that imitation of danger

    That means you can no longer convince yourself it's not working

    More and more and more

    So right now would be a good time for blackmail

    Who have you ever tried to make guilty?

    Have you ever told on anyone?

    What somebody has told you not to tell

    My question: I said have you ever told on anyone?

    Yet I'll tell you:

    It's helping

    And I'll tell you:

    You're doing the right thing

    More and more you wonder if anyone really gives a fuck

    Do you sometimes feel that:

    You talk too much

    You don't listen enough

    Do you admit to letting others push you around?

    Who's pushing you around now?

    Who's hitting on you now?

    Who's the pervert hitting on you now, kuckle-nicks?

    Has he successfully perverted an ethic?

    Has he destroyed a doll body?

    I'll show you what's it like not to have hands

    And I'll show you how to hold on tight

    I'll show you how to piss on your own bedclothes

    And sit in a closet

    You'll learn to sweat while unconscious

    And I'll show you the electric stick

    You'll learn about the kitty-cut

    Before the privilege of seeing your own blood

    I'll let you suck brown-brown and clairil

    So you know how papa's so brave

    I'll show you the wide-awake nightmare

    And now you can buy some fucking fear

    So new question: can you:

    Spot a person who's like me?

    Can you:

    Imagine a difference between their body and yours?

    Can you:

    Imagine a person who looks like me?

    Could you:

    Spot a person who looks unlike you?

    Can you:

    Spot a person who's how you want to be?

    Can you:

    Imagine a person who you'd never want to be?

    Transferring people is a fucking degrading thing to do to them

    And one day the you'll understand that

    One day the you'll understand that:

    Cut hands has the solution

    We'll feed you to every hungry bird

    We'll feed you to every starving animal

    And we'll let them eat fat till they're full

    And will let them drink blood till they're drunk

    As I tell you:

    It's helping

    While I tell you:

    You're doing the right thing Puntuación:
    1 (0) 2 (0) 3 (0) 4 (0) 5 (0)

  •  
  •
  • Enlaces Relacionados:
  • I'm Comin' Up Your Ass
  • Halogen
  • Bloodfucking
  • My Cock's On Fire
  • Told
  • Just Like A Cunt
  • Daddo
  • Right To Kill
  • Wriggle Like A Fucking Ee...
  • Cut Hands Has The Solutio...
  • Mindphaser
  • Philosophy
  • Why You Never Became A Da...
  • Quality Time.
  • A Cunt Like You
  • Rock And Roll
  • Lightning Struck My Dick
  • Thank Your Lucky Stars

Musica y Mp3 es un web del Grupo Publispain
Cut Hands Has The Solution Whitehouse letras de canciones de Cut Hands Has The Solution Whitehouse tenemos letras y videos musicales de Whitehouse