Lyrics

Dry blood on your hands Large cracks in the windows Smashed glass where you stand Moisture in the wrinkles Black bricks on the land, too shy to mingle Strong tides no sand, too hot to sizzle No one understands (we get no help) The words seem to trickle Brainstorm no plans (you know yourself) The words seem to tickle One sides with the clan (we get no help) The other side so little Permission to ban (you know yourself) No hands to fiddle Stuck in two minds, one or the other Telling the truths through lies Don't blow my cover and I I'm here to haunt you, I'm here to taunt you One of a kind Metal leaves for the pine, no lights for the tinsel No mud for the swine, three legs for the cripple No cork for the wine, no ground to the middle No arrest for the crime, no ring for the widow Scribble on the line (we get no help) No aim with the missile Tick-tock no time (you know yourself) React to the whistle And I'm ok not fine (we get no help) Spin around quick swivel No strength for the climb, (you know yourself) No sense to the riddle Stuck in two minds, one or the other Telling the truths through lies Don't blow my cover and I I'm here to haunt you, I'm here to taunt you One of a kind Stuck in two minds, one or the other Telling the truths through lies Don't blow my cover and I I'm here to haunt you, I'm here to taunt you One of a kind Do what you wanna do Do what you want to Do what you wanna do Do what you want to Stuck in two minds, one or the other Telling the truths through lies Don't blow my cover and I I'm here to haunt you, I'm here to taunt you One of a kind Stuck in two minds, one or the other Telling the truths through lies Don't blow my cover and I I'm here to haunt you, I'm here to taunt you One of a kind
Writer(s): Daniel Hylton Nuamah, Lyle Simpson, Samuel Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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