Crocodile Songtext
von Fishtalk

It′s getting so late
Your glass is still full
My blood is boiling

It's getting so late
Your glass is still full
My blood is boiling
It was the same time an hour ago
Have mercy on me
Dig me a tunnel

To the crocodile
I′d give up my hand
to not suffer that
Dissociation
is no longer enough

Did I ask you to come so close
I'm repulsive to everyone but hungry dogs
Did I even ask you anything
This glass is staring at me
laughing


I see ditches full of skulls
rivers of bones
The story becomes clear
Someone is feeding on our sisters
those who are more spoiled
those who don't falter
race of winners

Those who eat even though they′re not hungry
Just because they can eat
Just because why not
They love women
They love cold meat
Race of rapists

To the crocodile
I′d give up my hand
Rivers of bones
Ditches filled with skulls
They love women
They love cold meat
Race of winners
Race of rapists
Race of rapists
Race of rapists

Race
of
rapists


Race
of
rapists

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