snowflakes

I got a devil on the board- faster
And I’m out of control- faster
I don’t dare to say no
I’m going where all snowflakes go There even is a devil in the lord sometimes
I think because he gets bored sometimes
being gun being sword
When all he ever wanted was to be adored
Snowflakes in hell
Jesus Christ is wishing well
What’s up with you sinners
Come on get up and raise the true fingers
Weґve got a little bit of truth and fake
Like a woman in a birthday cake
She getґs up — we enjoy
The birthday cake — destroyed
I’ve got a little bit of mouse and snake
Depending on the road I take
One eats heart the other brain
When my lovely senorita’s going round again
Snowflakes in hell
Jesus Christ is wishing well
What’s up with you sinners
Come on get up and raise the true fingers