Those of My Kind

Cutting his brothers
That would be good
But still he’s lacking
Fake they should, ooh
Cutting his brothers
That would be good
But still he’s lacking
Fake they should
Faked they should have
He was like too far to me, you know?
But now he’s just an ID of death row
I judge he too weak to strengthen to way
I found in the crypt the disease and the pain
And now, he should be grown
Cutting his brothers
That would be good
But still he’s lacking
Fake they should, ooh
Cutting his brothers
That would be good
But still he’s lacking
Fake they should
Faked they should have
This is something we could hear from that vicious
Let’s wait, she’ll repeat. Is it you or the bitches?
So we remain this happy, I don’t give a shit
The music is crappy, the words are all here
A bitch like living
How will you tell me from those of my kind?
How will you know I won’t fuck up your mind?
Cutting his brothers
That would be good
But still he’s lacking
Fake they should, ooh
Cutting his brothers
That would be good
But still he’s lacking
Fake they should
Faked they should have
How will you tell me from those of my kind?
How will you know I won’t fuck up your mind?