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• Artiste: A Minute Till Midnight
• Titre: Bullet Belt Disco
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I should have never accepted this invitation... All the lights spilled like tipping glasses But he stood out more then his size 11's Guns kissing his hips, loaded up on shots Eyes like dead suns, setting right on me He claimed he hadn't killed in a while and was getting hungry “This is the night” he said “You'll be dancing round the holes One missed step, one false move And you'll be learning how to walk again” Dance bitch! Knowing I had shoes of failure And knowing I could not compete with the beat of 9's I just let him load the melody and use me to keep time This tempo was deadly Amongst the heat of 2 step The dust was kicking but I fell left footed Blown wide stance I joined the slip on the red floor drip You've left heels aching and lungs fading And breathing is now a choice too painful to choose The secret was to dodge on coming death But with fatigue in my legs, I just didn't have the moves Pick apart the moment, and piece me back together I became the victim with the slowest feet And the stain that still bleeds off beat This is what happens when killers meet bad dancers And when tangos end empty chambered