Those of My Kind - The 3rd and the Mortal

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?