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Thin Slice Paradise Video (MV)




Performed By: 3od
Language: English
Length: 6:12
Written by: anthony mccabe, gary lucero, ray andrade




3od - Thin Slice Paradise Lyrics
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Enter the mind
Of the dead
If I Wind up
Inside of your head
Still the blood will be shed
You'll be bled till you're thin
Then I'm wearing you're skin
Or I might just wear your friends
Sharpened my gat
Got a tarp in the back
Now I'm sparking the match
Got a cart full of gas
Stop ya heart with a mask
Torn apart till at last
Flashing back to the past
End it all with a slash
Butcher Blade
Blood lemonade
What a f*ckin' day
Let's play a game
Scream say my name
Better run away
Runnin' at ya
Fast as I attack ya
Batter up
And then I crack ya
Blackin' out
What happened
Got ya in the back
I'm packin'
Wrap the parts
And then I stack em'
All of the bodies I hide in my closet
Are rotting and falling apart
Decomposing
Palace made of man and skin
The house of horror
A thousand corpses
Skeleton twins
Make my hunger grow
Feed the pigs some more
Butcher blade
Yeah, sounds; cracking skull
F*cked from birth
A child built from pain
A black cloud, it hangs
Who cursed his name?
Suffocating innocence
Embedding terror in the prince
Darkness, fallen is the angel
Cast from his mama
Broken into pieces
Rejected and reborn into a monster
Fire in his eyes the devil burns deep inside
I got lonely made a friend
Hacked her throat
Now she's dead
Fire in his eyes the devil burns deep inside
I got lonely made a friend
Hacked her throat
Now she's dead
Fire in his eyes the devil burns deep inside
I got lonely made a friend
Hacked her throat
Now she's dead
Tore you apart
Left on the doorstep
For some f*ckin poor soul
To happen upon
The damage is done
Never hit the same place
Save up the trophy for future
Observing
I'm tired I'm thirsty
A thousand mile trip
For a barn house hit
Swiping your credit the card
Dirty f*cks up in the bar
Conversations gone a little too far
On my way to hell
Ice cold dead in a cell
Never caught for the crimes
We three crows
Three deep on a power line
Perched
Lyin In wait
Fully willing
To go on this date
Death the almighty
You met the darkest of fates
Close your eyes
You'll rebirth someday
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Enter the mind
Of the dead
If I Wind up
Inside of your head
Still the blood will be shed
You'll be bled till you're thin
Then I'm wearing you're skin
Or I might just wear your friends
Sharpened my gat
Got a tarp in the back
Now I'm sparking the match
Got a cart full of gas
Stop ya heart with a mask
Torn apart till at last
Flashing back to the past
End it all with a slash
Butcher Blade
Blood lemonade
What a f*ckin' day
Let's play a game
Scream say my name
Better run away
Runnin' at ya
Fast as I attack ya
Batter up
And then I crack ya
Blackin' out
What happened
Got ya in the back
I'm packin'
Wrap the parts
And then I stack em'
All of the bodies I hide in my closet
Are rotting and falling apart
Decomposing
Palace made of man and skin
The house of horror
A thousand corpses
Skeleton twins
Make my hunger grow
Feed the pigs some more
Butcher blade
Yeah, sounds; cracking skull
F*cked from birth
A child built from pain
A black cloud, it hangs
Who cursed his name?
Suffocating innocence
Embedding terror in the prince
Darkness, fallen is the angel
Cast from his mama
Broken into pieces
Rejected and reborn into a monster
Fire in his eyes the devil burns deep inside
I got lonely made a friend
Hacked her throat
Now she's dead
Fire in his eyes the devil burns deep inside
I got lonely made a friend
Hacked her throat
Now she's dead
Fire in his eyes the devil burns deep inside
I got lonely made a friend
Hacked her throat
Now she's dead
Tore you apart
Left on the doorstep
For some f*ckin poor soul
To happen upon
The damage is done
Never hit the same place
Save up the trophy for future
Observing
I'm tired I'm thirsty
A thousand mile trip
For a barn house hit
Swiping your credit the card
Dirty f*cks up in the bar
Conversations gone a little too far
On my way to hell
Ice cold dead in a cell
Never caught for the crimes
We three crows
Three deep on a power line
Perched
Lyin In wait
Fully willing
To go on this date
Death the almighty
You met the darkest of fates
Close your eyes
You'll rebirth someday
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Writer: anthony mccabe, gary lucero, ray andrade
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