Every day it comes my way in different shapes & forms greed, hate & jealousy the faces
the faces it adorns and though i walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds consider this it's never there
the ends to meet the needs i give you money
you give me death you think it's funny
i gasp for breath tompkins square is every where it's written on the walls they'll suffocate yer real estate and grab you by yer balls my life is such a living hell, a squatted rotted empty shell no mistakes to learn watch a cop for us today
an opiate a new decay yer f*cking breathing stops this dying day
the bigtime it killed crusty dave were all alone we miss his heat
and now i feel so incomplete the death he tasted was so sweet
from womb to tomb the rotting meet
meat
Death Song Video (MV)
Performed By: Choking Victim
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: JON THOR BIRGISSON, ORRI PALL DYRASON, GEORG HOLM, KJARTAN SVEINSSON
Choking Victim - Death Song Lyrics
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Every day it comes my way in different shapes & forms greed, hate & jealousy the faces
the faces it adorns and though i walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds consider this it's never there
the ends to meet the needs i give you money
you give me death you think it's funny
i gasp for breath tompkins square is every where it's written on the walls they'll suffocate yer real estate and grab you by yer balls my life is such a living hell, a squatted rotted empty shell no mistakes to learn watch a cop for us today
an opiate a new decay yer f*cking breathing stops this dying day
the bigtime it killed crusty dave were all alone we miss his heat
and now i feel so incomplete the death he tasted was so sweet
from womb to tomb the rotting meet
meat
the faces it adorns and though i walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds consider this it's never there
the ends to meet the needs i give you money
you give me death you think it's funny
i gasp for breath tompkins square is every where it's written on the walls they'll suffocate yer real estate and grab you by yer balls my life is such a living hell, a squatted rotted empty shell no mistakes to learn watch a cop for us today
an opiate a new decay yer f*cking breathing stops this dying day
the bigtime it killed crusty dave were all alone we miss his heat
and now i feel so incomplete the death he tasted was so sweet
from womb to tomb the rotting meet
meat
Writer: JON THOR BIRGISSON, ORRI PALL DYRASON, GEORG HOLM, KJARTAN SVEINSSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group