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letra de 100 freaks - gullyspit

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verse 1:
they told, i been waiting too long
i need to stick the knife back in them
they get so impatient ’cause they waiting for that platinum
got no motivation i’m still beating up a track like it’s
b-st-rd please relax, taping drywall how i plaster em
ten whole days, i been living in that ruin
mega city monolith, i’m feeling barely human
in the stomach of that beast and it’s gruesome
i guess better sit down in the corner and stay wrapped in my delusions
put your gas mask on, it’s time to wake up
breathing in that helium the tubes have all been taped up
crushed by little numbers it gets scr-ped up
powder in my grey matter make it worth the pay cut, don’t play us
wrist deep ripping coins outta my stomach
thousand little eyes at my fingers and i love it
dirty little pieces running water on the dishes
bio shocking how your daughter getting drilled over syringes
bridge:
a hundred rooms, a hundred dead, f-cking freaks
a hundred rooms, a hundred dead, f-cking freaks
a hundred rooms, a hundred dead, f-cking freaks
a hundred rooms, a hundred dead, f-cking freaks

verse 2:
draining out my iv on the floor, let it leak
red lines on my eyes cause i cannot get to sleep
no i cannot even dream to distracted by fiends
and the smell of all these dead sheep
step after step after step, b-tch we walking with the concubines
go inside and get pretty little valentine
in her eyes i can see what’s coming next
heartless as an aztec, rolling down the temple steps
the machine been f-cking dead but you still up in its stomach
everything is real just remember not to touch it
but i cannot shake the feeling that i’m rotten and i love it
i’m in public with the sewer rats banging on a drumstick

bridge:
y’all really can’t shut the f-ck up
i swear to got
hundred rooms, hundred dead f-cking freaks

verse 3:
submachine got a whole new f-cking meaning
wired up my skin, it’s tracking back into the ceiling
got me coming in like clockwork till that orange started peeling
her face is f-cking pretty i can’t wait to see ’em leaning
till i got the bed frame shaking like an inmate getting put down in the bas-m-nt
give ‘em roughly two weeks you can talk to your replacement
or go and get your head caved in on top the pavement
silhouettes of bodies piled, evidence of knives and guts
it started with a trial ending up indulging cuts
reflection of my face on that steel-covered blood
stabbed to death in your apartment, no one heard it cause the tv loud as f-ck
waiting for the music, go enjoy the symphony
the conductor been abusive, might die inside a cubicle
now go make sure your noose fits, i take what i need and i abuse it
you say one more word and imma lose it
outro:
hundred rooms, hundred dead f-cking freaks

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