Songtexte:
Showbread Welcome To Plainfield Tobe Hooper

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles, Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic, Echoing in hollow fruit are orders