Lyrics

That sharp mouth moved fast As it spat out glass That same tongue bleeds for no one No charm, no light on Built to hurt the ones unarmed I have wanted to quit I have hated it I have tightened my grip on my cigarette I think I've always just sucked it up And it has lived there ever since I hear you calling for a witch hunt Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood I hear your rhetoric And I'm sick of it I hear you calling for a witch hunt Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood I hear your rhetoric And I'm sick of it Have you ever tried to speak with feet pressed to your neck? Have you ever tried to breathe through a coughing fit? Ever had your arms forced behind your head? You don't know them You're not even trying And fingers crossed so hard that they started to break Look at this state, how stable I thought you hang their hands up with nails I can see your lips smack from across the table You can't fall back on the one's that you laughed at That's not your net to have You can't shake hands when they're not attached Liar, thief, aristocrat I hear you calling for a witch hunt Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood I hear your rhetoric And I'm sick of it I hear you calling for a witch hunt Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood I hear your rhetoric And I'm sick of it
Writer(s): Ffinlo Colley, Joe Brayshaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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