Songtexte

Mind controlling, I find a hole in Everything you claim to believe in You thought that I was the type To shut up my mouth and do what you say and Maybe you were just sitting, thinking I was just the type to get the engine ticking Now you're at the bottom, I've been dying to know captain How you feel now your ship is sinking I should have got you when I had the fucking chance Manipulator, fucking faker Sorry, am I in your way? I can't excuse myself enough I didn't mean to come and fuck this up Do you hear me now? Listen close, shut your fucking mouth You'll always know that I could have got you when I had the fucking chance I, I should have got you when I had the fucking chance Go tell yourself that the problem was me But we all know you're a filthy blood-sucking disease Cut off the cancer Two-faced clown, monumental disaster I've been praying you'll be found where the pigs are grazing I've been dreaming of you bleeding I've repressed these awful feelings Hanging from a wilted oak tree No one there to hear you choking I've been dreaming of you bleeding I've repressed these awful feelings Hanging from a wilted oak tree No one there to hear you choking I've been dreaming of you bleeding I've repressed these awful feelings Hanging from a wilted oak tree No one there to hear you choking
Writer(s): Luka Garotin, Aaron Matts, Arnaud Verrier, Quentin Godet, Nicolas Delestrade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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