Lyrics

Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Caustic disco, city on fire Burning a fuse, fueling my desire Disco electro getting me down Pushing this sound to the underground Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Caustic disco, city on fire Burning a fuse, fueling my desire Disco electro getting me down Pushing this sound to the underground When I think about them You know, out there In their rooms On the streets Utilizing public transportation Downloading pornography Ordering their lives out of catalogues Shitting out processed foods Cashing welfare checks Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Caustic disco, city on fire Burning a fuse, fueling my desire Disco electro getting me down Pushing this sound to the underground Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hatin' that you want it Hatin' that you need it Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Caustic disco, city on fire Burning a fuse, fueling my desire Disco electro getting me down Pushing this sound to the underground We will delve into what it means to be inhuman You will see perversion and corruption of the flesh By all means unnatural By violence By toxin By bandits Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Hell emission Sell emotion Sick devotion Down in the gutter Caustic disco, city on fire Burning a fuse, fueling my desire Disco electro getting me down Pushing this sound to the underground Cause we're not gonna kill you Oh no, no, you see, we've got special places for things like you Where they cut you up, but they keep you alive when they cut you up So they can see what makes you tick And they'll see what makes you sick And I'll be there Oh yeah, I'm gonna be there to see-
Writer(s): Bryan Erickson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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