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Drill-song

My heart is pounding
My heart is pounding so it hurts
Suddenly, I discover that there is no longer bolts
Am I dead?
I feel the pulse
No, I'm not dead
But it beats the hell not!
I look down at my chest
I see a drill that drills deeper and deeper into the body

Drill, drill, drill, drill it so hard that it vibrates
Drill, drill, drill, it's almost beautiful in the drills so hard that it vibrates
(Drill, Drill, Drill)

It sticks to my back
It has gone through my body
The fucking drill went through my body
The handle of the plastic glides through my bleeding heart
Plastic?

(plastic, glass, plastic)
I feel the hatred building up where my love was stored
Soon my heart whole again
A hard surface ice of hatred and lies outside the sensitive part

Growling, snarling, growling, I get so pissed that I vibrate
Growling, snarling, growling, it's great to vibrate
(Growling, snarling, growling)

Then I meet another girl
She makes my fucking heart to thaw and the hatred that crushed
My heart was bandaged with some sort of fucking friendship
Real soon boil it with some kind of pervert fucking love again

(perv)
But after being told of the girl
Disappears quickly the feeling of bubbling hot
What is the point of being in love when it is not reciprocated love?
So fucking sick
Sick as hell
Sick and depressing as into hell

Sick, sick, sick, so sick joke, I vibrate
Sick, sick, so damn sick that I feel sick.

So here I go again with the fucking hell drill in hell of heart.
I die this time?
Who the hell knows?

Annons

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februari 2016