DEVIL'S BREAKFAST by Guniw Tools 1 lyrics

Lyrics for DEVIL'S BREAKFAST


Romanized Kanji/Hangul Translation	Romanized Kanji/Hangul Translation

Devil's Breakfast It is greater to be called...called the devil...than a beast. A little light breakfast in bed Melt the caviar butter, and watch the whole life sink in Here is the seed of the mad man. ...in a dirty manner, Like a child who plays with the light; Keep to the conflict of swallowing nothing Swallowing nothing Shall I burn you with a mirror? Shall I roast you with my words? Shall I burn you? Shall I roast you? Three thousand metres underground, Your body is twisted and pricked, Searching for a way not to fall back to the surface Back to the surface. It is greater to be called the devil, than a beast. Lose a hand and a leg if you don't want to be killed With this knife. The joy of the bacteria level, The endurance of the maggot level, The dream which in reality becomes the bait Cry out in the height of the titillation Like a pig on a spit, Run your face through the buttocks; ...your face covered with flubber Covered with slubber It is greater to be called the devil, than a beast. Here is the seed of the madman. Here is the seed of the madman. It is greater to be called the devil... Than a beast. http://mild-tarantula.livejournal.com/	Devil's Breakfast It is greater to be called...called the devil...than a beast. A little light breakfast in bed Melt the caviar butter, and watch the whole life sink in Here is the seed of the mad man. ...in a dirty manner, Like a child who plays with the light; Keep to the conflict of swallowing nothing Swallowing nothing Shall I burn you with a mirror? Shall I roast you with my words? Shall I burn you? Shall I roast you? Three thousand metres underground, Your body is twisted and pricked, Searching for a way not to fall back to the surface Back to the surface. It is greater to be called the devil, than a beast. Lose a hand and a leg if you don't want to be killed With this knife. The joy of the bacteria level, The endurance of the maggot level, The dream which in reality becomes the bait Cry out in the height of the titillation Like a pig on a spit, Run your face through the buttocks; ...your face covered with flubber Covered with slubber It is greater to be called the devil, than a beast. Here is the seed of the madman. Here is the seed of the madman. It is greater to be called the devil... Than a beast. http://mild-tarantula.livejournal.com/