Grinding Process 1
Melvins
Prevent you stratus, yeah
I snick it husband
Make me tall with lies
Loose lips torture me
Mus ditch romalaid
Lick me, continue
With my ladder ray
Finger painted black
Goes around her neck
Chokes with giant blood
Losing my face
Stick it lonely streatch
Strive one, wasted wretch
No runs rumor now
Who's my last gift to taste?
For my last kiss to taste
Now I know that it's mound, but
The way it will be
How very long
If I could trick it to be.