Testo di Sliced

Sliced I´m what´s left of life, about to fill you up You had your reasons to put me out And you will never stop AS the slaughtered one, you have to do me good Might be contagious, make you sick Just like I should... Slice me, dice me, to me it´s all the same Skin me, fry me, don´t let me die in vain Grab a juicy part of me, my life is yours You see x-mas time is jolly good I wish you could be me...