Nosferatu from Black Manifestations by THE COWARD ROBERT FORD

Close it up
My gambler's luck runs amok
Dead man's hand
Or a loving crutch, crutch, crutch?

Here's the truth
I would never lie to you
Nothing I'd say or ever do would
Slip right through

Hey, know what?
I will never leave this rut
Think it's the only thing I love
I'm the beaten wife in its clutch, clutch, clutch

Gangrene foot
From sleeping on soot
I'll never leave this room, I refute
"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."

This rotting fanged tooth
Breaks skin of all that I lose
Blood pudding up in tubes
What's old to you for me is always new

My reluctant trust
Its enduring lust
I help you put it up
On my canvas, covered in dust

Here comes the lunge
Teeth treading guts
One hand in the casket
One hand encased in mud, mud, mud

Gangrene foot
From sleeping on soot
I'll never leave this room, I refute
"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."

This rotting fanged tooth
Breaks skin of all that I lose
Blood pudding up in tubes
What's old to you for me is always new

Gangrene foot
From sleeping on soot
I'll never leave this room, I refute
"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."

(Sleeping on soot)
(Oh)

Close it up
My gambler's luck runs amok
Dead man's hand
Or a loving crutch, crutch, crutch?

Hey, know what?
I will never leave this rut
Think it's the only thing I love
I'm the beaten wife in its clutch, clutch, clutch

I'm the body it makes fuck

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