Lyrics

Yeah Listen to metal You let your hair Whip 'round in circles I have something simple To make you feel good Dead I found a purpose I got something to teach you I got a skull Sits on the mantle Crawl up from Hell Talk to the devil It's something simple To make you feel good Dead I've got another I got something to show you And I don't care it's summertime Shred the grip from my guitar Bleed the riff from my lungs Take a shot Forget the chaser Let's turn it out Until we're wasted It's more than simple To make you feel good Damn Blow the speakers I got somewhere to take you And I don't care it's summertime Shred the grip from my guitar Bleed the riff from my lungs Demons Dear god Make you want to turn your cross The pain subsides Pain of black and burning hot Demons Our god You held your hand so high I want to show you something I want to Feel so heavy I feel heavy I feel heavy I feel heavy I feel heavy I feel heavy And I don't want to be, girl Something more We don't wanna be, girl Something more We don't wanna be your And I don't care it's summertime Shred the grip from my guitar Bleed the riff from my lungs
Writer(s): Shane Michael Parsons, Simon James Ridley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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