Pedafly - Skinny Puppy

Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection

Waking at the time fine brain matter

Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head

Wondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eye

Picking at the dead skin

How does gonorrhea feel?

Once you read keep us fed

Falling off a horses hind

Diggin' me sunshine wheres the other bigger sin

Deep inside the house before the roof caved in

Getting in psy trance watching till you half sin

Piece a lie made it hymm and killing him

Pedadoy’s flocking by, testified he’s chickened out

After all is said and done we live to shit to kill to come

Pain his trust his tragedy

Why is everything so needy

Oh no says half to pain nor chance

Today a laughter shake

Pain his trust t’his tragedy

Pain his trust t’his tragedy

Pain his trust t’his tragedy

Why is everything so needy

Testing their pecking young blood piecing along perfection

Would you let time better, fine brain matter

Testing their pecking young blood piecing along perfection

Waging if the time better, fine brain matter

«Any medical student could’ve seen that the eyes were torn from the body by

nothing other than human fingers!»