| Song | Two Time Grime |
| Artist | Skinny Puppy |
| Album | Rabies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| ??? | |
| The feeling is mutual | |
| Panic is a picnic at much holiday | |
| Ride the wave | |
| 16 hours became 24 | |
| You sing farewell to love | |
| Age on the screen | |
| Consuming himself | |
| Winter dead winter | |
| Where is the spirit now | |
| ??? of his work | |
| Protecting his sole ??? | |
| One arm some have gone | |
| Off his head | |
| Off his head | |
| Off his head | |
| He's off his head | |
| ??? | |
| prick me | |
| stick me | |
| talk about my bitch | |
| force the deranged | |
| in process | |
| in the shape of things to come | |
| when you are delayed upon | |
| it will still exist | |
| process exist | |
| calls upon the ears | |
| tempting all the fears | |
| ??? | |
| deranged | |
| ??? | |
| (“??? see what my people can do�?) | |
| all of those things that reach between | |
| overturn it | |
| please don't burn it out now | |
| out and out and out again | |
| come clean | |
| Art | |
| Decays | |
| Your speed dials | |
| Your speed balls | |
| Melting heroin | |
| ??? | |
| No melting, no melting | |
| Key off the head | |
| Key off the top | |
| (“yeah you understand, that's good�?) | |
| greeting ??? | |
| Take me back no more | |
| ??? | |
| Over towards a mountain | |
| Take the shot | |
| High | |
| ??? there always will be time to see | |
| in your child eyes | |
| it's a child's eyes | |
| ??? | |
| this time talk | |
| walk | |
| it's nice to know you | |
| walk | |
| out and over the top | |
| this collect your fate | |
| ??? and wait for all tumors | |
| and for rot upon | |
| close the doors | |
| ??? in a great ??? | |
| we can fuck | |
| ??? | |
| Sub-plots, sub-plots, sub-plots, sub-plots | |
| Gangrene gangrene | |
| ??? | |
| You are allowed to smoke | |
| ??? his revenge | |
| Smokey, smoker, smokey, smokeless, sorry |
| ??? | |
| The feeling is mutual | |
| Panic is a picnic at much holiday | |
| Ride the wave | |
| 16 hours became 24 | |
| You sing farewell to love | |
| Age on the screen | |
| Consuming himself | |
| Winter dead winter | |
| Where is the spirit now | |
| ??? of his work | |
| Protecting his sole nbsp??? | |
| One arm some have gone | |
| Off his head | |
| Off his head | |
| Off his head | |
| He' s off his head | |
| ??? | |
| prick me | |
| stick me | |
| talk about my bitch | |
| force the deranged | |
| in process | |
| in the shape of things to come | |
| when you are delayed upon | |
| it will still exist | |
| process exist | |
| calls upon the ears | |
| tempting all the fears | |
| ??? | |
| deranged | |
| ??? | |
| "??? see what my people can do? | |
| all of those things that reach between | |
| overturn it | |
| please don' t burn it out now | |
| out and out and out again | |
| come clean | |
| Art | |
| Decays | |
| Your speed dials | |
| Your speed balls | |
| Melting heroin | |
| ??? | |
| No melting, no melting | |
| Key off the head | |
| Key off the top | |
| " yeah you understand, that' s good? | |
| greeting nbsp??? | |
| Take me back no more | |
| ??? | |
| Over towards a mountain | |
| Take the shot | |
| High | |
| ??? there always will be time to see | |
| in your child eyes | |
| it' s a child' s eyes | |
| ??? | |
| this time talk | |
| walk | |
| it' s nice to know you | |
| walk | |
| out and over the top | |
| this collect your fate | |
| ??? and wait for all tumors | |
| and for rot upon | |
| close the doors | |
| ??? in a great nbsp??? | |
| we can fuck | |
| ??? | |
| Subplots, subplots, subplots, subplots | |
| Gangrene gangrene | |
| ??? | |
| You are allowed to smoke | |
| ??? his revenge | |
| Smokey, smoker, smokey, smokeless, sorry |
| ??? | |
| The feeling is mutual | |
| Panic is a picnic at much holiday | |
| Ride the wave | |
| 16 hours became 24 | |
| You sing farewell to love | |
| Age on the screen | |
| Consuming himself | |
| Winter dead winter | |
| Where is the spirit now | |
| ??? of his work | |
| Protecting his sole nbsp??? | |
| One arm some have gone | |
| Off his head | |
| Off his head | |
| Off his head | |
| He' s off his head | |
| ??? | |
| prick me | |
| stick me | |
| talk about my bitch | |
| force the deranged | |
| in process | |
| in the shape of things to come | |
| when you are delayed upon | |
| it will still exist | |
| process exist | |
| calls upon the ears | |
| tempting all the fears | |
| ??? | |
| deranged | |
| ??? | |
| "??? see what my people can do? | |
| all of those things that reach between | |
| overturn it | |
| please don' t burn it out now | |
| out and out and out again | |
| come clean | |
| Art | |
| Decays | |
| Your speed dials | |
| Your speed balls | |
| Melting heroin | |
| ??? | |
| No melting, no melting | |
| Key off the head | |
| Key off the top | |
| " yeah you understand, that' s good? | |
| greeting nbsp??? | |
| Take me back no more | |
| ??? | |
| Over towards a mountain | |
| Take the shot | |
| High | |
| ??? there always will be time to see | |
| in your child eyes | |
| it' s a child' s eyes | |
| ??? | |
| this time talk | |
| walk | |
| it' s nice to know you | |
| walk | |
| out and over the top | |
| this collect your fate | |
| ??? and wait for all tumors | |
| and for rot upon | |
| close the doors | |
| ??? in a great nbsp??? | |
| we can fuck | |
| ??? | |
| Subplots, subplots, subplots, subplots | |
| Gangrene gangrene | |
| ??? | |
| You are allowed to smoke | |
| ??? his revenge | |
| Smokey, smoker, smokey, smokeless, sorry |