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• Artiste: Butcher Babies
• Titre: Wrong End Of The Knife
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One day you'll wake up and you'll get to see what I've become I'm the monster in your closet, underneath your bed Go on and load your weapon, lock the door and grab your gun I'll always be there waiting, hiding in your head Don't be so paranoid It's gonna be alright Don't have to play pretend You can't run away, I am the watching eye Every move I make will keep you up at night You can't run away, so now it's do or die Every fucking thing you do, I'll be here watching You, you always said that I was your friend You promised it would be alright And now it's like I'm just holding hands With the wrong end of the knife I'm the buzzing in your ears The white noise that won't disappear You can't run away, so now it's do or die Every fucking thing you do, I'll be here watching You, you always said that I was your friend You promised it would be alright And now it's like I'm just holding hands With the wrong end of the knife I was always fighting for you And now you're fighting for your life Nothing really cuts like the truth Like the wrong end of the knife Wrong end of the fucking knife It cuts like the truth Wrong end of the fucking knife It cuts right through It cuts right through you I always knew Everything comes back to... You, you always said that I was your friend You promised it would be alright And now it's like I'm just holding hands With the wrong end of the knife You always said that I was your friend You promised it would be alright And now it's like I'm just holding hands With the wrong end of the knife I was always fighting for you And now you're fighting for your life Nothing really cuts like the truth Like the wrong end of the knife Wrong end of the fucking knife It cuts like the truth Everything comes back to...