La Jolla My Armpit by Trumans Water Lyrics

Take this joy and go too far
Split go forth and beat yourself
Whack until the blood runs black
Let us all stand back and laugh
Sackcloth now!
We want signed concussions, admissions
You're gonna hang so have some more rope

Hard man hard you know what this is for
Squeal for joy that you may be free then shut up and hurt some more
You know what this is for
Stench will rise soon

Split go forth I don't care where
Lose yourself in something large
Disfigure face 'cause this one rots
Find a hole dig deep go now
Sackcloth now!
We want signed concussions, admissions
You're gonna hang so have some more rope
Never again I'm totally mute
Don't breathе convulse, reinventing numb
Plushеr for more painless time death
Stripping nerves fumbling intense

Splitting sense at the seams, exposing obscene
Don't breathe repulse, kiss their naked dreams and heave
Each retching stream a pulse