Song | Breed the Cancer |
Artist | The Red Chord |
Album | Fused Together in Revolving Doors |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Festering stench in the air - rotten. | |
The black and filth all around - breeds. | |
The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs. | |
The ashes cinchur and slowly destroy, turning the pink flesh to rot. | |
The rot, stench and filth slowly bring decay. | |
Resurrect yourself. | |
You have become a slave to nicotine. | |
Yellow stains on pink flesh, every time you spark it up. | |
You are but a slave. | |
You are forever a slave. |