The Essence Lyrics

Our best friends
Our best friends

My best friend is a butcher, he has 600 knives
Never meant to use ´em, at least he tried
But one day a brother came to steal his wife
He chopped!

When storms keep on falling, the essence goes
And not one for all, but a sea full of them

My best friend is a porn star, he has 600 wives
One day a sick one climbed up his stick He cut off his manhood and bleed it did
He chopped!

All love for this, my everlasting kiss

My best friend is a dead one, he has 600 names
He looks a bit ill, has no reason to chill
His primary goal is a coffin to fill
He chopped!

My best friends keep the essence
My best friends, will not fail

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