Тексты песен «Max Bemis And The Painful Splits»
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Assimilate All Bastards
This defensing match With God, Almighty Black flags attack And I'm standing over Him With His broken jaw As I'm cackling slowly Because I want it all With my pirate's grin I need to integrate the obvious Until we're...
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Chlorine Bath
I want to wake up in the evening Shred my lips, bathe in chlorine Bless your heart you sad thing I don't want to be with you I want to wake up in the evening Shred my lips, bathe in chlorine Bless your heart you sad...
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Do The Dohnk
Let's leave our bodies at the door And vacate our many skins Too many aliens involved They want to tell you it's a sin You push me over and I crack We're in a coffin on the floor Communicating with our buzzing flesh...
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Former Punisher Gone Rogue
Once I was there, A lovely commotion. You danced with my flesh, As a sickening garb. My lips were your lips, My songs were worth saving, Saving your sole, Drove off in your car. But now you're too cool, You found a new...
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Little Star
With intentions so grand You put it forward And offered up your offering They slapped it down into the dirt They chastized you Babe, I know how much it stings Hey little star Burning in the dark Know who you are But I...
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Ms. Martin
The way that you move The things that you do The way that you move The things that you do I can't describe your effect on me Just how you get to me Oh how you turn me on You always know how to brighten days Chase the...
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Our Sentence Is Up
I smell a thousand suns unfolding in the sky They beckon me higher, up through the chasm I fly I bleed inhibitions, puke out my will to exist I become seamless, defined by the motion of this I am, what I'm not I am,...
Max Bemis And The Painful Splits - Waster
I seem to split my jeans With each stride that I take. Muddled by the past And the ghosts of my mistakes. With coffee as my fuel Or a zombie's lurching stance. I pace and pry away With the devil's idol hands. And I...