Omnium Gatherum - Writhen lyrics
[Omnium Gatherum - Writhen lyrics]
To get out of smell of mould
To get back on your feet again
Let every God have his day and again
The leather is black
As I lie on fragments of glass
More broke than ever no more ti amo
Trying not to hate
The guts we all have
'Cause, I got the guts and I feel the guilt
Now we still hate It
When we play the part of the Greek
Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen
And who swore not to let it out
In here just to see the roots
Rot away in one's feet
So better ring the bell of whoredom
If it wants to ring
Or just forget all perverse offerings
The writhing stays the same even
If you got the guts and you feel the guilt
Now we still hate It
When we play the part of the Greek
Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen
Minne sattuu ihmiseen
Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen
To get back on your feet again
Let every God have his day and again
The leather is black
As I lie on fragments of glass
More broke than ever no more ti amo
Trying not to hate
The guts we all have
'Cause, I got the guts and I feel the guilt
Now we still hate It
When we play the part of the Greek
Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen
And who swore not to let it out
In here just to see the roots
Rot away in one's feet
So better ring the bell of whoredom
If it wants to ring
Or just forget all perverse offerings
The writhing stays the same even
If you got the guts and you feel the guilt
Now we still hate It
When we play the part of the Greek
Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen
Minne sattuu ihmiseen
Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen
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