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Artiste:
Spite
Titre:
Some Things You Should Know...
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Counting from ten in search of my morality It didn't last, it didn't last I made a song from their breaking limbs then Played it fifty times and sang it to my deathbed Get up Endless Talking shit to my reflections Laughing, seeing as the whole world is the bane of my existence Piss Fit Taking turns spilling the last of a broken conscience Faded, grinning all the way to the grave Blind to the sight of my own world collapsing Hell-bent revenge from what I lost to the game Now I'm fearing the day when someone steps in my way Motherfucker You should know I'm faithless Killing for the sake of pleasure and it's shameless Ride the wave of my resentment I took a blade and fucking stuck it Kept it alive and made it beg Say goodbye to the second chances Write on the wall with the holy bastard Say goodbye to the second chances It didn't last, it didn't last Write on the wall with the holy bastard Painted in red, painted in red Counting from ten To the brink of my own sanity Fuck Endless Talking shit to my reflections Laughing while the whole world fucks a pole with our intentions Subconscious leaks The devil speaks Consumed by hate I'm forced awake And it keeps me hard Knowing what I'm capable of Riding the wave of my resentment I took a blade And fucking stuck it I made this song from their breaking limbs then Burned it to my head, the brink of my own sanity I'm hell-bent I'm hell-bent