โหลดเพลง mp3 Bloody Regrets - Boondox

Bloody Regrets - Boondox/Big Hoodoo
As the young man I find out that if you hurt somebody

Will lead you all good guys do finish last

Am I crazy am I insane

Hoodoo is my religion I believe in superstition
Come against me and I turn instantly to mortician

You need some more coninving killer like the son of sam
Gruesome with my old depiction twist you like I'm outer realm

Homicidle idle survival of the wickedest

Got my rival suicidal from how I kick this sh*t

Watch me flick the bic I'm about to light the gas
Then I'mma cut your hand off and use that b**ch to wipe my a**
I'm vicious my heart has no malice

Anti malicious and my trigger finger is so careless
From killin' bastards now all I do is swing the hatchet
All hail to prime minister definition of sinister

Detrimental to industry breaking bad with my chemistry
Trying go out and info me f**k with me feel my energy
Wicked poetic symphony this is how killers meant to be
Boondox and big hoodoo no remorse and no symphaty
No symphaty no remorse cold blooded

Sick with it this how we do
No soul my hearts cold everybody knows we
Sick with it this how we do

Am I crazy sick with it this how we do
Am I insane sick with it this how we do
The pain is constant and sharp

And this confession it means nothing

The ring around sinking coming clean like it used to
Permament reminder that I got couple screws loose
Same with the bathub same stained hands

Drops on the counter top of insane man

Thoughts of the flashback remembering the first time
That I realized I was evil of the worst kind

Covered toe to head in somebody else's life

And laughing when I lost it lickin plasma from a knife

Staring at the wind chippin' down from a slow drip
Lips on the water fountain startin' with a slow sip
And end it with the crazy mixed pleasure with your shame
A little bit of pain from the liquid that I drain

Why did I do it was it worth the affliction

And why did I let to it to become my addiction
The body in my conscious bearing out in the mud
A blood thristy killer with a real thrist for blood

No symphaty no remorse cold blooded

Sick with it this how we do
No soul my hearts cold everybody knows we
Sick with it this how we do

Am I crazy sick with it this how we do
Am I insane sick with it this how we do

There is no me only an entity

Something illusory

Sick with it this how we do

Sick with it this how we do

Sick with it this how we do

Sick with sick with it this how we do

No symphaty no remorse cold blooded

Sick with it this how we do
No soul my hearts cold everybody knows we
Sick with it this how we do
Am I crazy sick with it this how we do
Am I insane sick with sick with it this how we do
No symphaty no remorse cold blooded

Sick with it this how we do
No soul my hearts cold everybody knows we
Sick with it this how we do
Am I crazy sick with it this how we do
Am I insane

Sick with sick with sick with it this how we do