Fuzzy Bunnies
Album: We're Not Selling Anything
By: Tartar Control
By: Tartar Control
Duration
3:38
Genres
Description
If you have voices telling YOU what to do, maybe you can relate.
Lyrics
FUZZY BUNNIES Blood Bile Foulest stench of Rotting putrid Flesh Torn from broken Limbs Shattered by hammers and Fists This is where my Victims face their Demise at my Hands There is nothing Left for you to Do except to Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed bitch Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed All the fuzzy bunnies in my head They tell me that I have to kill you dead All the fuzzy bunnies in my heart keep Saying I should tear your ass apart There's nothing you can do or fucking say They're gonna have their fuzzy bunny way All the fuzzy bunnies in my head They tell me that I have to kill you Dead dead dead dead Cry Scream All your prayers Fall upon deaf Ears And all your Fears Are massacring all of your Wishes This is the end of your Life Screaming in horrible Pain your Tears falling like Rain salting your Wounds as you Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed bitch Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed All the fuzzy bunnies in my head They tell me that I have to kill you dead All the fuzzy bunnies in my heart keep Saying I should tear your ass apart There's nothing you can do or fucking say They're gonna have their fuzzy bunny way All the fuzzy bunnies in my head They tell me that I have to kill you Dead dead dead dead I have to kill you dead I take the blade and I Slit you 'cross your face I'll savor the moment un Til you are erased you fucker Don't you cry there's no Reason to be sad It's mother fucks like you that get my Bunnies hopping mad Running free through a Field of daisies Free as a bunny the Feeling's amazing Another stab and the Vision degrades All of your memories Of this life fading away Away from the torture Away from the pain The only choice you have now is to Fucking go insane I open you up with a Cut to your nuts All of the bunnies will Frolic and dance in your Guts All the fuzzy bunnies in my head They tell me that I have to kill you dead All the fuzzy bunnies in my heart keep Saying I should tear your ass apart There's nothing you can do or fucking say They're gonna have their fuzzy bunny way All the fuzzy bunnies in my head They tell me that I have to kill you They tell me that I have to kill you They tell me that I have to kill you They tell me that I have to kill you They tell me that I have to kill you Dead dead dead dead
