Nice limbo you have here
Nice limbo you have here
Nice field you have on
Baby go back to your womb
Baby go back to your womb
You grow the apples around me
Ill spit the seeds in your grave
Bead me a necklace
A decade Ill wait
Picture this gun
Im tired of crying
Im gonna run
I swear you
Move you
To my pores
Im not gonna cry anymore
Dead is next door
Dead is next door
Baby go back to your womb
Baby go back to your womb
You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo
You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo
