制作
出演艺人
lucille
表演者
作曲和作词
Lucille Morgan
作词
制作和工程
Lucille Morgan
制作人
歌词
Hey, if you're trying to sell me something, I've got four little words for you: do not call this. However, if you're cool, leave it at the beep
Am I dead?
Your voice still rings in my head
I'd make you bleed
I'll carve a sigil in your chest
Leave you hanging by your legs
Yeah, I'll gut you like a pig, leave your intestines on your head
Hahahaha, what's the matter?
I'm safe, I know that nothing the matter
Now I'm dead, love when your blood gets splattered
Your carcass is hanging down from the roof
I turned your skin to a noose and let your body abuse
It's not fair, I put your heart on a platter
A nightmare, who knew that I'd get trapped in it?
These walls in the room feels like the spiders are crawling inside my brain
Is it true? Everything's hollow for you
Gun behind my back
Your brains were splattered
Our love was never perfect
No more, 'cause I'll make you fall
Gun behind my back
Your brains were splattered
Our love was never perfect
No more, 'cause I'll make you fall flat
It's just a pile of your organs I lay inside
Your bones are warm, you're so defiled
A parasite, I rip it off
The misery right on his chariot
You gave your heart to the occult
(You gave your heart to the occult)
No wonder everything is cold
(No wonder everything is cold)
I taught you everything you know
(I taught you everything you know)
You watched me take it from you slowly
(You watched me take it from you slowly)
No wonder everything is lonely
Do or die, I'll let the voices scratch your head
An itching suicide, I'm in your walls you know it
Under you wherever you are
Just like this river, I'm swimming in
Don't let 'em ever get inside
Am I dead?
Your voice still rings in my head
I'd make you bleed
I'll carve a sigil in your chest
Leave you hanging by your legs
Yeah, I'll gut you like a pig, leave your intestines on your head
Hahahaha, what's the matter?
I'm safe, I know that nothing the matter
Now I'm dead, love when your blood gets splattered
Your carcass is hanging down from the roof
I turned your skin to a noose and let your body abuse
It's not fair, I put your heart on a platter
A nightmare, who knew that I'd get trapped in it?
These walls in the room feels like the spiders are crawling inside my brain
Is it true? Everything's hollow for you
Gun behind my back
Your brains were splattered
Our love was never perfect
No more, 'cause I'll make you fall
Gun behind my back
Your brains were splattered
Our love was never perfect
No more, 'cause I'll make you fall flat
Written by: Lucille Morgan
