Sick Soft Perfection Songtext
von Subtle

The skull seems it′s become
Its cross death lust and duty to dispose
Completely of the bright bone
The beauty swear somehow then killed
And put back as its fate
Like it was only kept outside ape in the first place

Oh, what words like
Like beauty on undeserved
Sort of safety scissors for their purpose
Were it only meant to be adapted to a Hollywood doll
Bleeding red, white and blind eye lame
Where beauty once saw only passage
Through the human skull

With red, white and (The skull)
Six million ways to, to, to, to (The skull)
Choose life
With red, white and (The skull)
Six million ways to, to, to, to
Choose life


Oh, will you soon become
One of the many most empty sons
Only to kill numb and dumb
Or will you beget a choice life yet?

Since effects are always wearing off
The no concern eclipse they so anticipate
As its perfect fight dream dissipates
Across work weeks crashing
Stay sick, you stay soft
In an empty zone and asking
So soft

There is a six soft god
Human perfection
Someone's hard to find
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There is a six soft god

Human perfection
Someone′s hard to find
Bird head collection
There is a six soft god
Human perfection
Someone's hard to find
Bird head collection