Mould Songtext
von Mud Grief

Did everything I could for this, you fucked it up
You picked up a bible and now you′re gone, it's in your head
If I can turn back time, I would never even try
Keep on leaving everything you ever had, same old pattern
Tried to built up a picture for you to adore, I got it in a bag You′re product of me, everything one handed, are you fucking mad?
Ain't got shit to say no more, not what you think, get it right
Ain't gonna be your doctor no, glad you found yourself one
Just a red seeing weasel
Dumpster diving


Thanks for taking the trash out
Started to mould, yeah I couldn′t keep it
Did everything I could for this, you fucked it up
You picked up a bible and now you′re gone, it's in your head
If I could turn back time, I would never even try
Keep on leaving everything you′ll ever have, same old pattern
Just a red seeing weasel
Dumpster diving
Thanks for taking the trash out
Started to mould, I couldn't keep it