letra de georges michael - lost creation
you are a plague, a walking disease
i’ll be the voice of the mute if you please
you pushed your nails into his young flesh
burned his wings and watched him fall to death
you ain’t nothing but a leech
reaching elation trough misery
you f-cking cancer
you ain’t nothing but a leech
reaching climax trough agony
you f-cking cancer
you f-cking cancer
day by day
you filled his lungs with sickness
day by day
vomiting your bullsh-t
day by day
a cold euphemism
day by day
digging your own grave
your golden armor is covered in rust
few words of redemption to a deaf beggar
his hands are weapons no one can trust
sharp as a dagger, vicious by nature
say my name
under the black sun, until the end of the world
say my f-cking name
say my f-cking name
laughing while his lungs were filling with despair
watching his humanity slowly fading away
you are a plague, a walking disease
i’ll be the voice of the mute if you please
you pushed your nails into his young flesh
burned his wings and watched him fall into the depths
you ain’t nothing
you ain’t nothing
you ain’t nothing
you ain’t nothing
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