Disciple's Anthem
This round caught the boiling points
Severed hands, dismembered body parts
I'll face the answer when I corner age thirteen
Flowers to remember the dead
I'll taste you to stain all of us to bury my hands
I'll scream from the top of the world
And hope you'll hear me
Leave me sour, leave me sour fulfilled
(Stiff aroused)
Leave me sour, leave me sour fulfilled
(Stiff aroused)
Farewell Nikki… [x8]
Could have sworn that you’d run
A beautiful girl
Whose smiles could cut me
Could have sworn that you’d fall
A beautiful girl
Whose smiles could cut me
Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie
Yeah well I’m a disciple
Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie
Yeah well I’m a disciple
Could have sworn that you’d fall
A beautiful girl
Whose smiles could cut me
Could have sworn that you’d fall
A beautiful girl
Whose smiles could cut me
Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie
Yeah well I’m a disciple
Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie
Yeah well I’m a disciple
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