Текст песни Propaan / Butaan - Cattlemarket Abattoir

The bass-line thumps as you stalk your prey,
Vengeance the catalyst of the day
Your fantasies resembling a Film Noir,
The cattlemarket's turned into an abattoir

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G-B-H

Timing the essence of the charming routine,
The shoulder to cry on and the nicotine
Confidence oozing through the veins,
The night evolves and creates more shame
She's feeling woozy, she's feeling scr*wed,
The hunter prepares to make his move
Your fantasies have moved beyond a film noir,
The cattle are screaming in the abattoir

You're fooling yourself if you think you've passed the test of manhood
There is no test

The bass-line jumps and the record skips,
Penetration of the trembling hips
The mask has fallen from her eyes,
She's woken up and her hands are tied

Waking up to find you are inside of me

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Timing the essence of the charming routine,
The shoulder to cry on and the nicotine
Confidence oozing through the veins,
The night evolves and creates more shame
She's feeling woozy, she's feeling scr*wed,
The hunter prepares to make his move
Your fantasies have moved beyond a film noir,
The cattle are screaming in the abattoir

Waking up to find you are inside of me
Waking up to find you are inside of me
Waking up to find you are inside of me, to find you are in
Waking up to find you are inside of me