Song Length |
2:47 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Mood |
Gloomy |
Subject |
Doom, Vegetables |
Lyrics
She Dead She Dead
She dead
I know what it's like to be said
I know what it's sad to be is
And you're making a meal of my corpse rent and torn
I bled
As I chewed straight into her head
Even though I'm dead I can bleed
And I'm making a meal of her corpse rent and torn
(CHORUS)
She dead
Could no longer stand so I fed
I fed so, so, so, so, long
She was my chew toy
Everything I bite-Everything I bite
I dead
Viscera flowing out my nose
From this mortal coil you will leave
Cause I'm making a meal of your corpse rent and torn
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT VERSE III