Seeder Songtext
von After Taste

She needs water
She had the time of her life
He waits, hungry for more
No protection this time
It′s rubbing off on him
It's become his favourite sin
It′s rubbing off on him
Mommy raised a seeder
She cries murder
Infected by his genocide
He hunts, hungry for more
So many flavours to try - because
It's rubbing off on him
It's become his favourite sin
It′s rubbing off on him
Mommy raised a seeder All alone and uncorrupted
Insatiable thirst
Yet it′s that frailty of the mind
That keeps me satisfied
I come for you
I am your seeder
I come for you
I am your seeder
It's rubbing off on him
It′s become his favourite sin
It's rubbing off on him
His private parts his only friends
It′s rubbing off on him
It's become his favourite sin
It′s rubbing off on him