Pealed Lyrics

The walls are pealing
Your blood is painted
Tainted
Rancid

Poisoned

Tastes good
This tastes fine
Better than the insides
Growing on the fucking vines

Tastes like love
Lovely slit throats

Climbing a ladder
While the other dead gloats

Tasting the plasma
From your black deranged blood
Causing a river
A mother fucking flood

Tastes good
This tastes fine
Better than the insides
Growing on the fucking vines

Taste the urine
Flowing from your soul

Taste the urine
Coming out your pie hole

Feel it, taste it, smell it, are you dead?
Touch it, breathe it, eat it, was it dread?

You love it
You crave it
You're feeling want for more

You shot it
You lost it
Greedy ass fucking whore