Slaughtered

Slaughtered
Sorry I'm a little bit jealous
Jellyfish hasn't a brain
And I guess I'm in bad bad period

You shouldn't see me in my room
I'm deliciously in a mess
Cause you're deciding my doom

I pretend I'm an ugly face on a train
Acting like I haven't seen your softest shade
I just want to touch you and make you say
Oh, please come down with me and make away

Sorry I'm a little bit jealous
Jellyfish hasn't a brain
And I guess I'm in bad bad period

You shouldn't see me in my room
I'm deliciously in a mess
Cause you're deciding my doom

Oh, doomy, gloomy, bloomy
Broomy, bloody, greedy

Oh, i’ve got intention
Keep attention
Baby, that’s a prohibition

I’m feeling slaughtered

Sorry I’m a little unconscious
In essence I’m a real mess
Stressed for being your real H.P.O.

Highly Poor Oblation
Cause you are my new God
Even though I’ve never talked to you

All your ribbons in the air are waking me up
Cause the cellphone hasn’t rung for too much
I just want to hug you and just say
Oh I want you so much stay with me, hey

Sorry I'm a little bit jealous
Jellyfish hasn't a brain
And I guess I'm in bad bad period

You shouldn't see me in my room
I'm deliciously in a mess
Cause you're deciding my doom

Oh, doomy, gloomy, bloomy
Broomy, bloody, greedy

Oh, i’ve got intention
Keep attention
Baby, that’s a prohibition

I’m feeling slaughtered