Twitching in the Auras Songtext
von Trap Them

It's the sadist teeth in me,
the fake ones I use to bite my own tongue
and let the blood fill until it's ready to leak.
Outfine every pair of parched fucking lips
and watch as they drink as I spit.
I sold it straight from the bottle
because the glass is thick enough
when death holds a quiet gold
and simple tax gets lost in the dust.
It's replaced by roaring murders
It's replaced by the decimate fucks.


It's the sadist teeth in me,
with a drive to be there for the hanging.
It's the sadist teeth in me,
rendered immobile under all
the fresh wide graves.

I've crept through your windows
and I watched the cobwebs collect.
I've looked on as your gardens flood
and cement in your driveway cracked.

It's the sadist teeth in me
and honesty from the shit like us
is spoken like library screams.
Still stacked on silent complete.
It's the sadist teeth in me.
It's the sadist in me.
All abound,
it's the sadist in me.
It's the sadist in me.
It's the sadist in...