Auf Der Maur - Beast of honor

Tekst :

I’m a taste test, at the beast fest,
Got your crest on my breast
Take one look at your cook
Feed yourself, I m on a hook

(At this feast of ours)

The feast taste, you could say
Paints my taste on his face
(I’m in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours)

Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I’m a harm healer
Such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I’m on a hook, I m on a hook
Smell that cook
No more ditch dealer
I’m your dream digger

At this feast of ours,
I’m the beast of honor, Honor

Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I’m in disguise,
At this feast of ours

Inne utwory

  • Head unbound
  • Overpower three
  • Real lie
  • Would if i could
  • Taste you
  • I need i want i will
  • Followed the waves
  • Lightning is my girl
  • My foggy notion
  • Losowe utwory

    Houses

    Ask me about my mother
    And I ll tell you that I love her
    Cause she feeds me all kinds of foods
    Yeah, she feeds me all kinds of foods
    Don t you love your baby
    Tell me tell me tell me tell me true
    And all the foods you ate
    Enough to fill your plate

    ...

    Drag

    Puncture me, make me feel like I am real
    Torture me, drag me under you
    Tide lifts me up and down
    Tide makes me shut up

    Chorus:
    Life is much to short to be intoxicated
    Life is much to short to be a drag

    Please treat me like...

    Chocolate

    I was with this girl
    in my bedroom
    she was eating such a wild chocolate
    didn´t leave me much headroom
    It´s nameI couldn´t see
    but she gave it to me
    I lost my head

    Started singing..

    Only the crumbliest flakiest...

    Focus

    Should anybody ask for me
    Tell em I ll be right back
    In a real short time,
    It s just that I lost my mind
    Gotta find it

    Who wants to hop on my train of thought
    I ll get back here,...

    Slow and stoned

    You re calling me late at night
    Spasmodically breathing
    You whisper to my tired Ear
    An Unintillegible message
    Slow!
    Stone it!
    F... it!
    Don t creep like a pig!
    You read me your last will
    While you re sleeping
    Your gabble is maybe charming me
    But can t you see