Testi
I'll talk to you when I
Find the strength to die
You know how to cut at me
I lost the words to use
Brain damage from the booze
Was better than the, cacophony
You created out of silence
Call it verbal violence
Every time you screeched at me
Like your walkin' on the ceiling
Sleep-deprived and reelin'
Underneath your heavy feet
Though I wanna make it good
Don't wanna say I'm sorry
I'm tired of repeating myself
You, you wanna make a scene
Over-taking volume
Mad because I won't match your scream
Cried myself to sleep at night
I can't believe my eyes
Air will vent through sharpened teeth
Our wounding words, your vice
Your vice
I see it in your eyes
The shadow lies behind your practiced, smile lines
Bathing in the fumes
Rolling off of you
Sinking feeling
Though I wanna make it good
Don't wanna say I'm sorry
I'm tired of repeating myself
You, you wanna make a scene
Over-taking volume
Mad because I won't match your scream
Cried myself to sleep at night
I can't believe my eyes
Air will vent through sharpened teeth
Our wounding words, your vice
Your lies
Your vice
Cried myself to sleep at night
I can't believe my eyes
Air will vent through sharpened teeth
Our wounding words, your vice
Though I wanna make it good
Don't wanna say I'm sorry
I'm tired of repeating myself
You, you wanna make a scene
Over-taking volume
Mad because I won't match your scream
Cried myself to sleep at night
I can't believe my eyes
Air will vent through sharpened teeth
Our wounding words, your vice
Neon colored funeral
Come celebrate your lies
Existential reckoning
Now hold your head up high
Your lies
Your vice
Writer(s): Caleb Turman, Johnathan Dahl, Trevor Dahl
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