Slow Death Lyrics & Chords By First Black Pope

I called the doctor Up in the morning I had a fever It was a warning She said there's nothing i can prescribe To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive I got some money ...read more

I called the Doctor Up in the morning I had a fever It was a warning She said there's nothing I can prescribe To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive I got some money ...read more

Here lie I paralyzed waiting for...the end. Feeling again this stupid heart pumping the blood in this breast. Anointed with pain like honey and it deformed my face. ...read more

This is the day We never will forget This is the moment To wish yourself When words break out They never stop When pain comes out It hurts a lot Is this what we...read more

This is the day We never will forget This is the moment To wish yourself A slow death A slow death When words break out They never stop When pain breaks out It hurts a lot...read more