A new body to sell ,
the funeral spell.
Being dancing in the hell
was a pretty way to say:
“We’ll throw you from the throne
at the start of the clock,
the time is just a joke.
a better spelled song”.
Intentionally spilling drops
of fancy glamorous book thought,
the crowd was party colorful bombs.
It was an easy way to be
like them.
They used to follow the rules,
all the hair and the shoes,
a designer skin suit and the fame.
Yeah, them,
who made a deal with the devil,
a hazard dance in its tongue,
speaking voices of evil and the sore.
We came to rob the crown
with leather jacket traps
‘cause moving down the chair
is and old fashioned joke.
The really whitest teeth,
your hairstyle is a sin
that makes you lose your real.
Yeah, You don’t even have a sight
and this time the scepter is mine.
Like them.
They used to follow the rules,
all the hair and the shoes,
a designer skin suit and the fame.
Yeah, them,
who made a deal with the devil,
a hazard dance in its tongue,
speaking voices of evil and this song.
Pretention don’t force us to be like…
Like them.
They used to follow the rules,
all the hair and the shoes,
a designer skin suit and the fame.
Yeah, them,
who made a deal with the devil,
a hazard dance in its tongue,
speaking voices of evil and this song again.
Jelly Demonz 