| Song | A Corpse Is A Corpse |
| Artist | Dog Fashion Disco |
| Album | The Embryo's In Bloom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A corpse is a corpse. | |
| Of course it is. | |
| Predetermined destiny, | |
| Uncommon bond. | |
| Don't be afraid to take my hand. | |
| Walk with the dead beaten broken man. | |
| A cult of me, a stain and feast the open brain. | |
| The pleasures | |
| I indulge will pave a pathway to hell, | |
| From an offset imbalance of membrane and cell. | |
| And though you try and try and try to pull me down, | |
| It's all been lies it's lies begat the lies again. | |
| I抦 not afraid, afraid of dying anymore. | |
| Only I can set me free. | |
| So turn and blame but don't you ****in look at me. | |
| It's over, it's over. | |
| We've secretly replaced your pathetic existence with more pain | |
| And anguish and suffering than one soul could possibly stomach. | |
| So fasten your noose and enjoy your ride, 慍os life is hell and then you die. | |
| And though you try and try and try to pull me down, | |
| It's all been lies it's lies begat the lies again. | |
| I抦 not afraid, afraid of dying anymore. | |
| Only I can set me free. | |
| So turn and blame but don't you ****in look at me. | |
| Decompose you maggot. | |
| Now you抣l shut the **** up |
| A corpse is a corpse. | |
| Of course it is. | |
| Predetermined destiny, | |
| Uncommon bond. | |
| Don' t be afraid to take my hand. | |
| Walk with the dead beaten broken man. | |
| A cult of me, a stain and feast the open brain. | |
| The pleasures | |
| I indulge will pave a pathway to hell, | |
| From an offset imbalance of membrane and cell. | |
| And though you try and try and try to pull me down, | |
| It' s all been lies it' s lies begat the lies again. | |
| I bing not afraid, afraid of dying anymore. | |
| Only I can set me free. | |
| So turn and blame but don' t you in look at me. | |
| It' s over, it' s over. | |
| We' ve secretly replaced your pathetic existence with more pain | |
| And anguish and suffering than one soul could possibly stomach. | |
| So fasten your noose and enjoy your ride, yun os life is hell and then you die. | |
| And though you try and try and try to pull me down, | |
| It' s all been lies it' s lies begat the lies again. | |
| I bing not afraid, afraid of dying anymore. | |
| Only I can set me free. | |
| So turn and blame but don' t you in look at me. | |
| Decompose you maggot. | |
| Now you yun l shut the up |
| A corpse is a corpse. | |
| Of course it is. | |
| Predetermined destiny, | |
| Uncommon bond. | |
| Don' t be afraid to take my hand. | |
| Walk with the dead beaten broken man. | |
| A cult of me, a stain and feast the open brain. | |
| The pleasures | |
| I indulge will pave a pathway to hell, | |
| From an offset imbalance of membrane and cell. | |
| And though you try and try and try to pull me down, | |
| It' s all been lies it' s lies begat the lies again. | |
| I bǐng not afraid, afraid of dying anymore. | |
| Only I can set me free. | |
| So turn and blame but don' t you in look at me. | |
| It' s over, it' s over. | |
| We' ve secretly replaced your pathetic existence with more pain | |
| And anguish and suffering than one soul could possibly stomach. | |
| So fasten your noose and enjoy your ride, yùn os life is hell and then you die. | |
| And though you try and try and try to pull me down, | |
| It' s all been lies it' s lies begat the lies again. | |
| I bǐng not afraid, afraid of dying anymore. | |
| Only I can set me free. | |
| So turn and blame but don' t you in look at me. | |
| Decompose you maggot. | |
| Now you yun l shut the up |